"Mate, where do you think I'm gonna run off to to hoard the soup? Pretty sure sheer numbers means I'd have to share even if I was being a shit about it."

Her smile is bemused, but well meaning, even if there's an edge of sarcasm in her tone. She's trying real hard not to be a dick about this whole lost and possibly dying in the snow scenario, but she's looking as rough as all of them.

No matter what, she watches carefully how he does the fire. It's been a while since she's done anything like that, and even then - matches, not flint. "We got enough to worry about without bein' dicks to each other, yeah? I'll take care of this."