Jason looked at Graham's hand for a second, confused. He then realized that he had to take his hand and shake it. It felt like an eternity since humanity shattered, and Jason had almost forgotten the customs of the beforetimes. Before the pause became too awkward, Jason moved his axe to his left hand, pointing it downwards, and with his right, he shook Graham's hand.
[b]"Jason"[/b] His voice felt gruff, and then he realized that he hadn't spoken since he had been held at gunpoint in the middle of the night by a very dangerous stranger a few nights before. [b]"You also saw that girl just walk up to a stranger without any form of caution, right?"[/b]

He adjusted his rucksack, placing the axe in a loop in the left strap before doing so. Suddenly it hit him. [i]What if this guy is with the other survivors? What if he'd recognize the rucksack he was carrying?[/i] He mentally shook his head and thought, [i]No, if he was, they'd have already ambushed me by now. Besides, the guy just checked the bushes where I just was. This man is alone, like me.[/i] 
As an act of goodwill, he took off his rucksack, rummaging through it and pulled out one of his two canteens. He had filled both of them up with water from a nearby creek before coming to the city, and sipped a bit from one of them as he hiked today. He handed the canteen that was still full to the stranger. [b]"I noticed you picked up that guy's bottle. Seems like you don't have one of your own. Take this one. I've got another, it's fine."[/b]

In his mind, Jason figured that even if this man was with the dangerous survivors, this act of goodwill would perhaps get to him in some way, and perhaps even spark a moral dilemma within him. That was if he was with the dangerous people, after all...