[ This is just another day of surviving, for Michonne. Of helping someone else survive another day. He's a person who needed her help; she doesn't know a damn thing else about him and doesn't need to for this. Maybe later, when she's trying to decide who he is, what kind of man he is. For now, she's in better shape than him, but not by much, so when she finally stumbles into his cabin, she lets him move on ahead to the fire.

She's slower to take things in, making sure she's aware of the door and windows, the only direct entrance within sight at all times. ]

You have blankets? Change of clothes? Fire won't do shit to help if we stay soaking wet.

[ Her words aren't harsh, just matter-of-fact, and she's toeing off her boots and socks, making her way to the fire at last. The katana and sheath, plus the strap that pulled the man out of the water go on the floor beside her. She gathers all of her dreads over one shoulder so they can dry, the shaved side of her head facing him where she kneels. ]

I'll take a blanket if you have it.