She bends to pick up her shoes and socks on her way past him out the door, not putting them on, but dangling them from her fingers.

"No," she says, over her shoulder and without looking. It's pure contrarian spite; she'd fully intended to rehydrate, and possibly slip out to find something to eat once she was sure he wasn't lurking. But while she might be too exhausted to vent her rage, right now anything he might want from her, she's inclined to do the opposite.