[Honestly, she could go at this all day if they wanted, but considering they both had to go home at some point, she simply crosses her arms, and uses her eyes to motion him forward. They could at least start walking while having this conversation. After all, it was dark in the sewer, the only thing keeping their pathing lit, being the dull lights above them.]

Is it so wrong to accept a little bit of help sometimes? Besides, it wouldn't be the first time I have a target on my back. I'm used to it back home, and I'm often the target of people's hatred. It's nothing new to me.

[Simple, and to the point. And the fact that she's unwavering in that can be a bit unnerving, but none the less, she truly meant what she said. She would help, even if he didn't want her help.]

C'mon, let's get you home, uh. Sorry, kid, I don't even know your name. You don't have to give it to me, though, if you don't want to.