She was the first person he'd seen that he knew, besides that one guy from the cornucopia. The one who he'd pushed aside, but kicked the extra knife to. For what reason, he was still trying to figure that out. But it had just seemed right, after he shoved him down.

"No, that's okay. You keep that." He's not going to take any food that a zombie gave her. Why he'd given her anything, he wasn't sure. But he would never take food from him.

"We'll split whatever we find, fifty fifty. Works for you?"