Her lips bunched in amusement when he congratulated her for being more prepared. She never tired of making herself look superior. "You must be a looting virgin, then," she sneered. "Even the worst thief in the world knows how to get his hands on a working flashlight."
Desperation was another popular reason for being willingly agreeable. Leah had been there a few times — more times than she wanted to admit, actually. Although she'd put up more of a fight when it came to putting away her weapons. Maybe this guy was confident he could take her, if given the chance. If that was the case, she really hoped he was too injured to fight.
He didn't question her answer about whether she was alone, nor was she going to elaborate. She didn't care that he didn't care. Didn't care if he trusted her, which wasn't offensive, considering she didn't trust him, either.
Leah rolled her eyes when he scoffed at her question. As if it didn't mean anything. It did, because City Hall was the only government-controlled safehouse she knew of that was currently running low on medical provisions. If there was another? She should know about it.
However, when the man mentioned the Library, Leah's chin rose in interest. She lifted the flashlight a little, the better to illuminate his face. "Are you Quarantine Guy?" She asked, simply.
"Yes, a machete." Two of them, more specifically, but if he couldn't see the other one, she wasn't going to tell him about it. Nor was she about to give away the little fact that she was useless with firearms. If he threatened her, and she managed to get the gun away from him without dying, letting him think she could and would shoot him might be the only thing that kept her alive.
Without meaning to, Leah let out a snort of soft laughter when Batman called her Spongebob. "Call me Spongebob again and Robin won't be the only one without balls." She paused, giving the other name a few brief seconds of thought. "I like the sound of Miss Machete."
Instead of stabbing him, Leah pointed the flashlight ahead to light their path, her eyes never straying from the man's back. She kept waiting for him to yell "SURPRISE!" and draw the gun on her.