She rolls her eyes at that 'Doll' but can't successfully fight the smile that takes over her mouth as she moves towards the 'kitchen area' of the small apartment. A small area that's slightly raised from the rest of the room, a torch from the bonfire casting enough light for her to see what she's doing, by.

"Trust me." As if that was all the explanation he needed. "It's not going to have to come to that." She'd learned from her Father the need to stockpile and ration, knowing that hunting or a trip to the store might not be a viable option. From her first day in Beacon, she'd been collecting non-perishable items, not entirely trusting the ferry to bring food every month.

Opening several cabinets, she grabs the torch from where it's tucked into a sling nailed to the wall, lowering it so that he can see tins stacked upon tins and raises her eyebrows in a challenge for him to keep arguing.