"Do you want something to eat?" He wasn't entirely sure how to handle an interaction with a kid. He'd found you half starved and trembling under a pile of rubble. He wasn't a naturally altruistic person but a scrawny kid in pain was hard to deny help "I've got some MREs on hand but they don't taste great." He glanced at you, wrapped in all the blankets he owned and an array of bandages on your skin. He gave a shaky smile and jokingly commented "C'mon twerp, you've gotta work with me here."