[That answer...doesn't seem to make sense to him. He pouts a little, but glances down and away. Looking her in the eye when he admits this feels bad.]

That's never mattered before. No one ever helps.

[It's just a fact of his life at this point. He's on his own and no one would bother digging him out of holes he's gotten himself into. ...Except for this lady. Weird.

Now that he's finally breathing normally and his head isn't spinning quite as much, he pushes himself up to his feet and brushes himself off, even though it quite literally makes no difference with how tattered he is.]

Well, uh. ...Thanks?

[He still seems to be gauging her, like he doesn't know what to expect or what she expects from him. She seems nice enough, but there are at least a dozen different ways it could still be a trap, so he cuts right to the chase to eliminate one of them.]

...By the way, if you're hoping for a reward you're outta luck, Lady.