It's a little awkward standing here in his dark corner, a potentially lethal trap separating him from someone who has only been friendly to him so far. It's also probably deadly to just hide in one place the entire time, probably more so than running into someone who decides to be less than friendly.

So he makes an executive decision.

"Look," he says carefully. "We have a better chance finding some food if we work together, and better odds surviving, too. I'm not good at fighting but I'm smart and I can build stuff-- Really good, really useful stuff. I won't weigh you down, promise. What do you say?"