"I'm not... drunk..." He faltered, wondering if she'd even believe him. Considering how much he'd been staggering about, light-headed with blood-loss, he was sure he'd looked drunk. He looked the woman over, finding her very strange. She looked... exotic. Foreign to the world almost for sure. Possibly one of the last, unlucky fools to travel to the planet before it had been cut off and forgotten. But she didn't look weak and starved.

Her dwelling was a shambles, but she'd apparently managed well enough.

Speaking of drinking, he happily accepted the water. It wasn't like she was going to poison him now... right? 

"So... I noticed you've taken stock of my possessions. I suppose you were just being cautious?" He needed to get an idea of what this woman's intentions were. Was she really just helping him? Or was she helping herself? It wasn't like he was any good to her at this point, since she already had his things... so what now?

He didn't have much time to be playing meet and greet. He had somewhere to be. Would he even be able to manage, though? He'd been shot and had already collapsed once. He'd need help. Had she said no food? He wondered how badly she wanted to fix that situation. Depending on how this conversation went, he might have to find out how helpful she really felt.

Or she'd cut his throat when she realized he had nothing more to offer than what had been in his pockets... that was also a possibility. But one could hope, right?