Like so many others, it seemed he too knew the pain of loss. She held a sympathetic expression as he told the truth of why he hadn't shot her, although there was a question which lingered deep within her of whether he'd have shot her if she hadn't been fortunate to remind him of his sister. She threw the thought away for now, deciding it wasn't important. After all she was still here, breathing and continuing to survive and the reality was he hadn't shot her, which was all she needed to extend her faith in that he wasn't a horrible person. When he mentioned teaching her how to shoot and getting some knew clothes she suspected he was changing the subject, especially given the expression he wore. But Leah knew what loss felt like and so she didn't try to continue it other than offering a small smile, "I'd like that" she replied. She'd tried to find herself some clothes over the last week but it hadn't been easy, and the clothes she had found where either blood stained worse than her own or were far too big for her. Leah took one of the cans of beans and a can opener which she'd found in this house some days ago. She placed it on the floor and opened it up before looking to the man, "Are you hungry?" she asked, "I have plenty, and we should probably eat something to keep our strength up if we're gonna be heading out tomorrow" she said, wondering if there were bowls in the kitchens cupboards. Since she hadn't had company here she'd had no reason to check for bowls or plates.