"Yeah, I'm done." He offered her the knife back, handle-first because even still he was trying not to seem like a threat, "And nobody was expecting people. There was something that happened a long time ago, some kind of war, maybe, from what we thought everyone had been wiped out, or mostly everyone."

The uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach was back, the 'maybe I shouldn't be talking about this' nervousness. So he just shook his head again, "But I don't know. Maybe it was all a lie."