[Ben can only shrug in response as he opens his own packet and begins picking at its contents while watching her struggle to save face.]

Uh. Is that supposed to be a threat? New information?

[He can hear the accusation in her voice, and instead of letting it bug him, he moves to sit at the edge of his cot -- away from her, but still sharing space.]

If you're planning on locking me up and throwing away the key later, I'll enjoy my last few hours of imaginary freedom, thanks.