And what makes you think I want that kind of help at all?

[Want, not need. She obviously doesn't need help. Nor does she want help. And all of her reasons are tied up, convoluted, complicated. Accept what tools you're given and work with them and you'll end up screwed. Reject the tools and work without them and you end up screwing yourself. It doesn't matter either way.]

I can survive without help. I'm doing just fine. I got an axe, I went into the ship and got it out myself. I'm done taking help.