At the final count, Shay took a hefty gulp from the flask, tightening the cap back down before handing it back. That was that then, they were both, apparently, who they said they were. She was still poised to bolt if he gave any indication otherwise though.
"Now what?" Was all she had to ask, arms folding, looking less stern than she would have liked, even though she was trying. A shrug followed, "I mean... do you have some sort of plan? Base of operations? Because as much as I don't want to move away from the supplies, I'm kind of sick of looking at this place."