[He matches her stare evenly, almost expectantly. Like he's had this sort of exchange before - and he has. So when he wins out and she smiles, he hunches over a little more relaxed.]

[Dryly:] Tell me about it. Not sure if splitting already small rations or finding my own food left me hungrier.

[Definitely the rations, but he's trying to be sarcastically empathetic ok.] But I'm guessing you didn't want to talk about our shitty worlds here.