"Not since I was 3," Alfred folds his arms and glares. Alright, she'd another survivor. Probably shouldn't be too cruel, but at the same time that'd hurt! "What adult seriously starts throwing things when they're upset?"

But it would be just as childish to stamp his feet and demand apology, he realises, and unfolds his arms. "There's more of us back that way. Got a fire going, looking for food. Might as well come over."