There is a low, almost gutteral sound from the teen that in any other situation might have been a strained laugh, but it doesn't quite come out right. Disarmed. That's the point of a hidden gun, so nobody knows about it to remove it, and if they tried maybe it'd just pop off like a lizard tail and wiggle distractingly on the ground while he took off in another direction.

Lizards had the right idea.

Somewhere in the process of this train of thought he finds himself with a canteen, and the one in red walking away, the other remaining but attention not on him. It seems, to the slow grind of rational thought, that they'd both been wrong and there had been a survivor after all, someone who would be in far more desperate need than himself in that case.

Problem one, he can't find the cap to the canteen. Problem two, he's not sure he can hand over a canteen AND a chocolate bar at the same time, and is it even a good idea to give a starving human chocolate? If he was more drained than he was a moment ago, or the plethora of weeks-old aches resurging, then that was a minor concern, more background distractions to keep him occupied and not crying as he works on figuring out how to set down both items without knocking any into the dust. He remembered something about more supplies being in the bags, he just needed to fish them out, and taking advantage of the distraction of a fourth person means maybe he'll even succeed in his hunt for survival prizes.

He owed the survivor that much. This wouldn't even be a problem for anyone if he hadn't been so stupid.