[Their eyes meet. For a split second, Eren thinks he recognizes the face, but that's impossible. He's a continent away from his friends at least, desperate to return, without a ship in sight. He has no connection to this man, and there's no reason at all not to take the box and dig through everything inside, leave the other only scraps. He lays his palm on top of it, keeping his eyes locked on his companion.]

I don't need much. If you're looking for food, or medical supplies, I'll hand them over to you.

Otherwise, I want first pick. [Valuable items, like Akira's asking about now. Eren isn't all that good with words. It's vital to have something to trade at all times.] You'll die trying to stop me.