[Something roughly approximating a flinch crosses her face. But this is familiar, too—bracing, even, like a splash of cold water. Instead of walking away, she stands up a little straighter, smile dimming but not disappearing.]

No, you just look cold.

[She looks at his precious blanket instead of his face, thinking.]

Which means you're gonna burn energy trying to keep warm. [A beat.] If you want to be alone, I get it, but are you sure you don't want a snack first? I've got rations from home, so....