Khat looked at the ground as the man spoke, he was right, it wasn't his fault that she was mad and she shouldn't have taken it out on him, despite her underlying distaste for strangers. Khat scuffed her boot on a rock, did she want to be friends with this man? Though his talk was convincing, she wasn't sure. Finally after a few moments of thought she looked up.

"I don't know.." she mumbled, shrinking away a bit, "what do friends do?"