[ Check out that silent eyebrow raise. Hide's made her stance clear - she won't hold his hand, but she isn't going to just throw him out on his ear if he runs into genuine trouble either. Expecting someone to be relatively (?) competent isn't such a terrible insult in her mind.

As that's neither here nor there, she answers simply: ]

Hide.

[ A name! Quick, blunt, concise. Much like the owner of said name in all respects. Not necessarily a full name, but she's ever been miserly with information pertaining to herself as a person. ]

Not so much making "friends" as setting up a reliable safety net if needed, but a good working relationship would certainly be a benefit. Teams of three have the best chance of survival.

[ Don't ask her how she knows that. It's not a topic for polite conversation.
The kettle starts to keen a thin, thready whistle, spurring her to push her seat back and busy herself with fetching all the necessities for tea (including milk and sugar much to her puzzlement, but she's already established the general palate here makes zero sense so w/e I guess).

Two small plates, one storebought daifuku mochi each, and she slides back into her seat; dropping a teabag (Bagged tea? HERESY) into each mug, shortly followed by pouring the hot water straight from the kettle. ]

Help yourself. There's more if you're feeling peckish.