Truth be told, he didn't look all that dangerous. Especially with that ridiculous red coat he was wearing. What little light there was danced off the shiny silver fabric above his pockets. If invisible was the look he was going for, he'd failed. Bright red parka was probably the only thing he could find, though.
Leah's mouth worked as she fought not to laugh. She was glad it was dark, else it would be even more difficult to convince him that she could be just as much of a threat as he was with his gun. Laughter would certainly destroy that act. At least she'd been sensible enough to wear a brown coat that more or less left her invisible in the darkness.
Good. She'd succeeded in taking away his night vision for the moment. "I am armed," she assured him, "so don't forget that. And unless you're smuggling a flashlight somewhere and decided not to use it in this dark shop, I'm also better prepared." Leah clicked the light off briefly and back on, to prove her point.
Quarantine Guy or not, Leah didn't lower her guard until the man put his weapon away. Either he really needed that medicine, or else he was simply too trusting. Possibly both, which would be very unfortunate for him. Shooting her probably would've been the easiest and quickest method for getting what he needed. Leah gave him points for submitting and, in turn, lowered the arm supporting her machete.
An amused quirk of one eyebrow came when the intruder thanked her for leaving him some Batman Band-Aids. "You've got Spongebob to thank for that. More people like him." Not her, of course. Leah had never understood the appeal of an obnoxious yellow sponge.
Always alone. She blinked at that, wondering if he'd actually understood that she meant right now, as opposed to... always. Whether or not he did, didn't matter. If there'd been anyone else outside waiting for the man to return with an armful of bottles and Band-Aids, the hungry sounds of the undead would've alerted her.
"Preferably." There. She could give vague but true answers, too. It was about as honest a 'yes' as she was willing to give the guy with the gun.
Leah listened as he explained what it was he needed, frowning when he mentioned whoever was in charge of the medicine at his safehouse was claiming their supply of antibiotics was depleted. "Which safehouse is this?"
Crazy hoarding cat lady might have been an appropriate way to describe Leah's constant looting exploits. Had the man voiced that aloud, she might have laughed. After all, it was a far less insulting thing than anyone else had called her.
Attention was finally brought to her weapon, then, and Leah gave a nod, whether he could see it or not. "I told you I was armed, didn't I?" She was feeling charitable for the moment, however, and decided to return the favor of putting away her weapon. It was the least she could do and, besides that, she was the one with the flashlight. One of those sturdy ones that could pack a wallop if the need arose.
Leah made a sweeping gesture with the hand holding the flashlight. "Just get your Penicillin before I change my mind, Batman."