And... there. Laney's fingers wrapped around the handle of her brother's sword. A small rush of relief surged through her as she lifted it away from it's place leaning against the door and sheathed it. She wasn't going to hold it up to the man's neck or anything. Not yet, anyways. She just wanted the option in case a difficult situation arose. "I don't loot for anyone but myself," she responded. "And my brother." If there were rules about sharing or doing things for the good of the community, Laney almost always ignored them. The things she found, food especially, she benefited from. No one else.
But he was making a good point. Someone, somewhere might trade for it. And if he didn't it....well. She might as well take it. If the apartment complex was already picked through, then it was likely the chances of her finding much else was slim. Luckily for her, she had good eyes. Her backpack was proof of the things he missed last time. Or perhaps they were just things he'd passed over.
"I'll take it then, I guess." She reached forward and plucked it from his hand before he could change her mind. It quickly found itself nestled in her backpack between a can of cream of chicken soup, and a bottle of water.
An awkward pause. She wasn't sure what to say. She wasn't polite by any means, but it felt weird not to know his name. And that was saying something because Laney didn't know half the names of the people she slept near. "I'm Laney," she offered, clicking her flashlight back on and moving towards a corner of the room where a pile of old newspapers were stacked. To keep occupied, she picked through them. Almost all of them were from before.