Jaune, I know you're an absolute doofus, but even you should be able to tell when someone is real or not.

[She bends down next to him, and with the use of a small glyph, a pillar of ice about the width of Jaune's head bursts from the ground. Enjoy that cool air.]

As annoying as you can be, you're still my classmate, and I'm not about to let a representative of Beacon die of dehydration in a garbage dump.

[And she might actually care about you, but she won't admit that.]

So chip some off and drink up. I don't have any food, but we shouldn't be too far from civilization, right?