She was quietly sorting through the contents of her backpack when he spoke. Used to promptly answering when asked a question, she took a count of her supplies before looking up at him.

"Only four," she sighed. She wasn't sure if that was a good number or not, but she knew that humans needed water. He was likely interested in obtaining more.

"I have food, a blanket, and flashlights as well. But no weapon. Would you be willing to trade?" He seemed gruff enough that he might be more willing to talk if she offered a trade instead of just handing over the things he was asking about.