He snorts, shoving his hands into his pocket.

"It was pretty selfish anyway," he smirks, raising an eyebrow. But he doesn't like the way she's staring at him, and almost edges away when his expression drops back to scowling.

"I'm not less fortunate! Stop looking at me like I'm a hobo."

That's not entirely accurate, some would say squatting in an abandoned warehouse and stealing your food is pretty hobo.