"We have to get out of these walls before we can find out, won't we." She can see what he's trying to do, and it's kind of annoying because she's not a kid (yes, she is), but she knows he's just trying to help, too. And being mean to someone who's trying isn't right.

So she puffs out an angry breath, tugs on her itchy sleeves, and turns to actually face him, kicking the ball his direction for him to intercept or block or kick back, whatever he decides. "So what's your name, anyway?"