Zoe hmphed softly; it was something of a laugh. She smiled as she finished the last bite. She didn't care that he had "caught" her. Yes, he might have an advantage of where his gun was in relation to her, but she hadn't done anything yet to require his shooting her. Of course, he might be the kind who didn't need a reason to shoot another person, but somehow she doubted he was.
Her eyes dropped to the box of buns then lifted to look at his face. The way he ate suggested he was hungry and that he wasn't exactly one to savor his food. She understood that. Sometimes wolfing down food was the only way to get in a meal between fighting. Sometimes though a soldier wished there was nothing in the stomach when it came to fighting.
"So are these." It was a bad joke on the buns.
The Amazon set the box on her lap, reached to her side while holding up her free hand to show that she meant no harm - for now anyway - and pulled out a knife. It wasn't a very big knife, but that didn't mean she couldn't do some damage with it. It had a shine to the blade and a gloss to the handle that suggested it was well used and well taken care of. She lifted a bun out of the box and slid the knife easily through the middle, cutting the bun in half. She did this for more than one reason: 1) to show that he wasn't getting all her food, and 2) to show that it wasn't a weapon of some sort. She offered half the bun to him with an open hand. The other half she took a bite of, the knife in that same hand.