Natalie Scatorccio awkwardly scratched the back of her neck, emotional situations or displays of affection were not an area that the punk was very talented in, furrowed brows.

"Just.. Uh, yeah.. Y'know.." she rasped, head cocked to the side as the tip of her laced-up leather combat boots scruffed against a rock—kicking it forward as a way to self soothe the nerves she felt... It was amusing, and to her pathetic that she was so flustered over a pretty girl, that she had been so flustered over a pretty girl for the whole of her highschool career and even now—stranded in the wilderness.

"Thought you might be hungry." she huskily murmured, gesturing to the game she caught for you;

"The others don't need to know, 's.. Uh.. It's just for you." she cleared her throat.