*He takes half a step back as Tim reaches into the bag. Sure, the other man said it was 'nothing bad' but he's not so sure he trusts that. That and the habits that paranoia's formed are hard to shake. And that wild animal thing is really not that far off.

Once the chocolate bar has stopped moving he moves closer to it, crouches down and picks it up. He quickly looks it over before pocketing it. He's not that hungry now but food was a good thing to have. He then turns his attention back to Tim, canting his head again.*