Leah took great enjoyment from the fact that she was obviously frustrating him. If there was one thing she was good at, it was getting under someone's skin. Better for her in the long run; it meant she was less likely to be sought out for friendly conversation.
She smirked. "No reason. Just means you're safe from being stabbed, for now." He countered her quick fib with a statement she couldn't wholly deny. They were acquainted now, unfortunately, but that didn't mean Quarantine Guy knew anything about her. Leah wanted it to stay that way. "You know my face, my general purpose for being here, and the weapons I carry, but you don't know me. I wouldn't give you that much credit."
Out of habit, Leah tensed when the gun came back out. She let out a breath, hoping her trust — however minimal it was right now — wasn't misplaced. Her brother wouldn't be pleased that she was putting trust in a strange man with a gun. Who was injured and desperate for medicine. For what felt like the millionth time, Leah inwardly vowed not to let Brandon find out about this.
"That's where I was when you made your loud entrance," she explained. "There's some boxes in the back office. Most of it looks like it's been picked through already, but I've managed to find a few things. Don't remember coming across any Penicillin, though."
Her light focused on the office she'd previously been in. She cast a quick glance toward the front of the shop, noting that a few of the shufflers were closer, but she was satisfied for the moment that they hadn't yet taken notice of the living folk wandering about the pharmacy.