He raises his brow and notes the way that she stumbles on the word 'kill'. He thinks it might be the same if he spoke more and had to talk about fire or helicopters, but he's spoken even less since Bolivia and only the other Losers would know. He leans back to lift up the oblong stones that he's fetched -- enough to stun a bird.

The kitchen knife will do the job of ending their lives. With this and the farm animals nearby, he thinks he could feed at least three or four. "You don't like to eat meat?" he guesses, at her reaction.