Now this looks like a real knife. She doesn't know much about knives, but this isn't one you could pick up just anywhere and that's obvious. She takes it, holding it in both hands loosely - not threatening, but she could take it out of its sheath immediately and that gives her some sense of security - a nervous, shaky sort of reassurance that if things go wrong she's got a chance, but it's not one she'd be thrilled to take.

"Thanks...where'd you get something like this?" Her eyes are lingering on his dog tags. She really doesn't have to ask, with those, does she? But she wants to hear it from him. She wants to talk to someone, calm down, feel safer. Know a little more about him and see if he can be trusted.