She lets her, albeit grudgingly.

On one hand, Shuri can snap at her again that she's perfectly alright and she can patch herself up. However, considering her hand in question is still stinging horribly and bleeding enough to start making stains on the floor, treating said hand is clearly more important than her pride and she knows it.

"Okay, fine, just make it fast," Shuri mutters, holding out her wounded hand while gripping the wrist with her good one.

Even without looking, she has the distinct sense that Kayo is rolling her eyes as she uncaps the bottle and leans forward to pour some of the water onto the cut. It's a struggle to keep still as the other girl does, but the water does feel cool against the gash and relieves the sting of it somewhat.

It's only when Kayo's torn off a strip of gauze and starting to wrap it around Shuri's hand, over the palm and knuckles, that Kayo speaks up again. "There's more stuff in the drawers, by the way."

Shuri barely represses a wince as the Japanese girl pulls tightly on the gauze to put pressure on the now clean cut. "Like what?"

"Clothes, a taser, a knife, an alarm clock, and some condoms." Kayo tightens the gauze again, at which Shuri definitely winces at this time, and ties it firmly with a knot on the back of Shuri's hand.

"Oh, thank god." Shuri pauses. "For the clothes, I mean. And the taser. And clock. Fuck the condoms."

"Isn't that their job?" Kayo deadpans. She scoots towards the drawers, now rummaging through them again.

"You know what I mean." Shuri briefly runs her other hand over the bandage, flexing her bandaged hand's fingers. She pauses. "Thanks, by the way."

"No problem." Kayo doesn't glance up as she looks through the drawers.

With one final flex of her hand, Shuri focuses back on the hot plate and the now lid-free can of spam. At least the can did open, even if it took injuring herself to do it.

She places the bowl, dishes, and spoons with forks on the floor before dumping the block of cold spam out onto the hot plate. It instantly starts sizzling, and the smell of frying ham wafts into the air in a matter of seconds. Shuri pokes it around a bit with one of the spoons before picking up another can. This time, she operates the opener far more painstakingly and, bit by maddening bit, the lid opens fully to reveal the baked beans within.

She takes off the lid fully and, after flipping the cooking spam over and nudging it to the side with her spoon, pours out the reddish brown mass of beans next to it. As patiently as she can, Shuri repeats the opening process with the soup can and places it on the edge of the hot plate. As she does, she hears some shuffling and glances over to see Kayo taking out the clothes.

Shuri finds herself staring. "Are those...are those bikinis?"

"Looks like it." Kayo holds up a g-string so skimpy it looks like floss with a miniscule piece of fabric attached, wrinkling her nose slightly at it before dropping it and continuing to look in the drawers. "Yeesh."

Shuri groans. On the floor are five bikinis, all looking either only slightly more or less modest than the g-string. With them are four thin T-shirts, two pairs of denim shorts and one pair of khaki shorts, two black ballet flats, and one roll of of white socks with one pair of matching sneakers.

She looks over them, not sure whether to be angry at the lack of long pants and other sensible clothing or resigned because it's not surprising at all. But still, not even one bra or some proper underwear?

It takes a moment of Kayo staring at her for Shuri to realize she said that last part out loud. She exhales. "Well, it's still clothes. I don't know about you, but I'm not letting the viewers see me naked for longer than I have to."

With that, she grabs up a white bikini and pulls it on, figuring that'll have to do for underwear. Kayo follows suit, getting into a blue bikini as Shuri quickly dresses in a green T-shirt and the khaki shorts.

It's when it comes to the shoes that Shuri realizes they're at an impasse. Kayo, now in a gray shirt with denim shorts, looks at her a little apprehensively as if anticipating a fight over the socks and sneakers.

Of course, Shuri wants the socks and sneakers. It'd mean effective protection against the rocky terrain of the island. But any kind of shoes would be protection in comparison to going barefoot, including the flats, and she's not up for wasting time fighting over shoes. So, she slips on the ballet flats, and Kayo, looking momentarily surprised, gets on the socks and sneakers before Shuri goes back to the hot plate and Kayo returns to the drawers.

It's less than a minute later when she takes the black and yellow gun-shaped object out of the drawer, handling it gingerly. "Here's the taser. We could definitely use this."

Shuri raises her eyebrows. "'We?'"

There's an awkward silence, broken by nothing but the continued sizzling of the spam. Kayo's face reddens slightly. "I mean, yeah," she answers, and now her voice sounds defensive. "We're in the same safe house, aren't we? And I just patched up your cut, and...so..."

She trails off awkwardly before putting the taser down and returning to the drawers. She pulls out the knife she mentioned, a hunting one with a wooden handle and a serrated edge on the blade, and puts it down next to the taser before starting to take out the condoms.

Shuri finds herself at a loss for what to say, which is rare for someone like her. She always has a retort or a comeback ready when she can, mainly because she can never stand it when the other person gets the last word in. But she's too torn between feeling scornful and...well, pitying.

The girl is obviously naive, thinking a temporary meeting with a fellow contestant in the game means they can work together. No, Shuri knows that's not how to play the game if she wants to win. She'd seen, from the past episodes she'd watched in preparation for the game, that the girls who formed alliances were the ones to get betrayed and abandoned by their so-called allies to be **** the quickest. It was only adding unnecessary pain to an already unpleasant ordeal.

That, and suicide rates among the girls who returned home empty-handed were higher with those who'd made alliances in general, whether or not they'd been sold out, than with those who hadn't. Shuri couldn't imagine what that kind of humiliation and depression on top of the betrayal felt like, but she was determined never to find out.

But Kayo did seem nice, even if not yet trustworthy, and the girl had taken the time to help her when she could have easily looked the other way. Shuri couldn't look down on her for that.

She sighs. "Look, it's nothing against you personally," she says to Kayo's back, trying to sound kind. "But I'm not...to use a reality TV cliche, I'm not here to make friends. I'm in this for the ten million dollars, and that's all."

Shuri pauses. That wasn't entirely true, since she hadn't actually signed up of her own total free will, but she did want the prize as much as anyone else did. "I assume you are, too. So, let's just--let's be polite for the next five hours, and when those are up, the game's back on and we go our separate ways. Deal?"

There's another moment of silence, and Shuri thinks she hears something that sounds suspiciously like a choked laugh from Kayo as the girl picks up the alarm clock from the drawer. But when Kayo replies, her voice is flat. "Deal."

Shuri turns back to the hot plate and flips the spam over again, seeing it's now browned at the edges and the baked beans are more spread out. The can of chicken soup is bubbling, too, and steam is curling up from it.

"Food's ready," she says dully, and she turns off the hot plate before moving the spam onto one of the dishes. She cuts it in half rather messily with the spoon.