Jane's head shot up at that. How dare he! She let all of hell's fury burn through her gaze at his retreating back. If looks could kill, he would have joined the corpses laying around. Oh that... that... buffoon! She got up and began pacing. So he thought he was going to have to deal with some clingy city girl did he? That was just like him. He hadn't changed one bit. What had ever gone through her mind to think he actually cared. He was the same old thoughtless, self-centered jerk she had known back in school.

She wouldn't sit here blandly like some helpless person. Fuming, she went in search of a proper walking stick. It wasn't hard to find. Tearing off the branches easily enough, she used a piece of flint to smooth it down. She tested it and it seemed sturdy enough. At least she had that. She glanced around, wondering if maybe she should just take off on her own. That thought barely entered her mind though when she heard him returning. Too late. It would look like she was running away if he saw her leaving now. She straightened her shoulders and waited, leaning against a tree with arms crossed.

He came back with several things. She looked them over as he placed them neatly on the ground in front of her. There was a blanket. Airplanes didn't have the best blankets in the world but this would definitely be better than nothing. The lighter was good. Help them at least have a campfire at night. Who knows how cold it got around here when the sun went down. Or what wild animals might be lurking nearby... which reminded her, they needed to get as far from here as possible before sunset. There were some clothes. It would have to do. The teddy bear was a sweet touch. When it came time to get out of here, she would offer to help carry some of this stuff and definitely take that.

At his offer of the peanuts, she felt her stubborn streak rise up. Not hard considering what he had said to her. "Actually I'm not. However you go ahead. You will need all the strength you can get." To deal with me that is, she thought. She straightened away from the tree and suggested tersely, "We should get out of here. The dead will be a homing beacon for predators." She looked away from him as she said that, her jaw clenched. He was just aggravating.