If he wants to wear his superiority hat, so be it. She's knows his worth in a fight, and as of yet he hasn't expressed interest in wanting to kill her. Anything else, she'll deal with.

She eats quickly and silently, gathering her trash to bury in the morning when she can see what she's doing.

"I'm gonna take you up on that watching me sleep thing. Just shake me if you hear something or want to change shifts." With that, she cradles her rifle to her chest, resting her cheek against the barrel; she'll probably have a mark on her face when she wakes. Right now, that's not her concern; she's asleep within minutes.