"For a ton of reasons. Better than doin' this shit alone, help or not." Her nose wrinkles and she rubs at it absently. It sounds more bitter than she means it to be.

"I'm not bein' sentimental," she grumbles, neck flushing. She grabs a yellow piece from her side, tosses it at him. She might stick her tongue out at him, just for a second, when she thinks he's not staring. Sentimental she may be, mature she is not.

"Can't take a compliment, can ya?" Might as well get the conversation off herself, before she gets more awkward.