Ask her what she has on her for trade
From Create Your Own Story
"I got food an water," she says. "A zippo lighter, a box of ammunition, a pocket knife, and my pistol." She shakes her head. "Nothing I can let go. All of it I need."
"So you're asking me to be charitable then, and give you what you need to probably run out there and die anyway?" You fold your arms. "Meanwhile, I have to go forage for my own shit if this takes to long to get sorted out."
She sighs. "What do you want?" She asks.
