[Hero smiles a bit, some fondness that's too deep-seated to be new. It's odd that he doesn't recognize her, but he understands what she means. She's found her own. That's a good thing.]

Your friends are welcome. You can trust me - and I can trust you, right?

[His question holds no accusation. He's already made up his mind.

[They start walking.]

Would you consider yourself a trader, or did you just so happen to find that med kit I...[He turns to her, raising his eyebrows, then raising two fingers on each hand to make quotes.] "dropped".