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That's just about all people had going for them these days, right? Conversation? In a way, it was kind of nice. There weren't electronics or anything else to distract anyone, really, and it's like you were forced to have conversations. If anything, O'Brien had gotten better at his conversational skills. Though, that wasn't really saying much at all. He still wasn't a master at keeping a friendly chat going.
Pausing in his steps, he rolled his eyes a bit, dropping his gaurd a moment to look back at her. Seriously? Seriously? That wasn't funny. He eyed her a moment, "I was just making sure." And if there were zombies waiting on the other side-- well, that would suck, wouldn't it? He'd trust her, though. Watch him get killed because of it. QG?
He nodded, dragging his gaze away from her again to look ahead, and get back to their search. And that gave him a little hope. But not much. There were plenty of greedy assholes in the world, even after the zombie apocalypse. In fact, there may have been more.
And for the record? O'Brien believed that she didn't spend a whole lot of time on the forums because she was the one that wrote that blog entry thing about how the intranet was a stupid idea. But he'd seen her commenting around on it a time or two, so there was still hope for her, right?
"Yeah," He nodded, reaching for the door to slowly push it open to further their way into the back of the pharmacy. "And four nasty looking bites," he started, once he decided that the room was zombie free, just like Leah had said. Moving to reholster his gun a moment, he set to work on searching. It was a little hard to do in the dark, so he was grateful for what light that Leah's flashlight provided.
"They gave me painkillers. Apparently there's an overabundance of those, but no antibiotics. Or a shortage." He shrugged, "whatever. They took my gun until I got out of Quarantine, but as soon as I could get my hands back on it, yeah. I decided to come find my own." He'd tried to go out a day or so before, but he wasn't well at all. If it hadn't been for Eloise, he probably would have been eaten by zombies. But he wasn't going to admit that stupid mistake to Leah. She seemed like the type to use that as ammo for another round of her insults and snarkiness.
He rolled his eyes, "I wasn't that loud," he paused, thinking about the shufflers that had been hovering around the door, and gave a cautious glance back toward the front of the store, "I hope not.." What if he had been too loud? Shit.
He looked back to Leah when she expressed that she liked calling him Quarantine Guy better; It made him smile a bit, but he tried not to let it be too obvious that he was amused by the nickname. "It still baffles me that everyone seems to want to call me that, though." He didn't really mind. But how did everyone suddenly just know to call him 'Quarantine Guy'?
"Stone?" His smile softened and he gave a bit of a nod. Stone. Okay. That must have been her last name. That, or she had a stupid nickname. But if it was her last name, that was nice. "I'll stick with Miss Machete, for now, thanks."