She looked at him for a long while. She barely knew him and he didn't know her, yet he was offering to help, to listen to her. Even after she had hit him and tried to hurt him with words. It was strange, more than strange. She shrugged.

"Okay."

She turned, nudging a box away with her foot. "If I do be wanting to I will be finding you later."

Probably not. But knowing he has offered... She doesn't know what to think about that. She doesn't know what to feel about anything honestly.