[She cocks a dark eyebrow as she takes him in. She could explain it to him, but that might not change anything. He doesn't even realise why it could be a problem. Why it is a problem for someone like her, who is, to be fair, a little too obsessed with herself.

Sucking in her composure to bind it tightly together, she decides it is better for everyone involved if she just lets it go.]

Callous or not, you're mistaken if you think everyone is so kindhearted. Some of us are not interested in the affairs of others unless we can get something from them. [And by 'some of us,' she really means herself.] That said, I can't have you worrying over little, old me, so I think I'll stay with you for a little. Take any food you might have off of your hands. Just to reassure you.

[Definitely not because she needs the assistance.]