"Oh." 

Now was the time, of course, to tell this man to buzz off. Mattie should already have been on that, but the way he spoke made her falter. Of course. It had been ages since she'd had any human contact. The last time she had spoken to someone other than herself was the day before her last remaining companion had committed suicide, which meant that this time, however undeserving of trust this stranger might me, she couldn't just send him off. 

She hated herself for it. 

He could be lying. He could [i]easily[/i] be lying. 

"Fine. Eh, I don't really have any supplies. Just a crowbar, water, some tallow and a little hardtack." She looked him in the eyes as she brought out the crowbar. "I'm keeping this though."