The man who she assumed was Quarantine Guy began reciting a list of explanations as to why he was so unprepared, and Leah crossed her arms over her chest, wetting her lips in a failed attempt to hide her self-satisfied smirk. Excuses, especially weak ones like those, counted for very little anymore. Either you had the things you needed, or you didn't, and in most cases the latter meant you were dead.
Leah arched an eyebrow when he pointed at her, as if the last reason was all her fault. "At least you're smart enough to realize that," she said, and could only assume he was referring to returning to this pharmacy. Had he been here before?
What were the odds that she would run into the guy who'd been bitching on the forums about being locked in Quarantine? Slim odds, that was for sure. And yet, here they were. "No, you're not the only guy in Quarantine. Better question: Are you the same Quarantine Guy who was bitching about sharing his room with a spider?" He confirmed, and Leah nodded once. "No, Detective, you don't know me."
Leah had never expected to actually meet this Quarantine Guy anywhere. Hell, she never cared to know or meet anyone who used the intranet. It would make for uncomfortable conversations, considering Leah was more candid in the forums than she ever was in person. It did, however, make her feel a little more trusting towards the man. Quarantine Guy really was injured and, thus, really needed those meds.
She nodded deferentially when he voiced his admiration of her chosen weapons. "Gets the job done," was all she said.
That was a reasonable enough request, she had to admit. Looting was always safer and more fun when there was someone around to watch your back. Leah still didn't completely trust Quarantine Guy, but if he really was a detective, that had to mean he was good with a gun, right?
"Fine, but I'm keeping my eye on you, Quarantine Guy."