Max had watched her from start to finish and hardly moved a muscle. This should be a very easy situation to handle: pull a gun, get the can back, run. But that's not acceptable here. It's not even rational here, and he knows that, even with famine looming ahead.

So he'd watched her and waited to see if she would look him in the eye and steal from him. He'd understand that reaction a good deal more than when she, instead, gives it back. He takes it carefully, like he suspects she's rigged it with explosives, and he doesn't take his eyes off her even after it's back in his hand.

"Who are you?"