"You know when someone offers you help, you accept, especially if you can barely stand." He said, lighting the cigar. He could see her anger was about to turn physical, but that didn't worry him. He needed to teach this girl a lesson. "You think you are the only person who's in a tight situation? That you don't need anyone?" he asked, walking in front of her, puffing on his cigar. Water dripped from under the bridge. A drop landed on the bridge of his hat. "You think you got it sooo bad, that the world hates you, but when the world presents you with a friend that's willing to help, you don't want it." As he talked, his own temper flared, he started to pace in front of her. "I get, that if you were seen with help, you'd get fired. I knew you would." He blew smoke into the air and looked at her. "But I took care of it. But no it was good enough, because your too FUCKING proud, even though your hungry and weak and feel like the world is against. Isn't that it? Little Miss, Raggedy Princess doesn't need anyone!" He exhaled a cloud of smoke and stopped pacing. "So, you want a meal or should I just leave you to wallow in self-pity?"