She backed off automatically when he jerked away, keeping her hands up where he could see them, she wasn't entirely used to dealing with survivors, since the machines didn't tend to leave any, but she knew about dealing with people who were scared.
She offered the towel when he apologized, shaking her head and giving him an 'ok' sign with her other hand, after all, she was fine, just a little startled, and even that was fading. She shrugged at his statement, signing 'hungry', before realizing that he probably didn't know sign language, turning to get the magnetic whiteboard off the fridge, writing: Not used to sleeping a whole lot. Got hungry. in her usual tidy block lettering.