He hadn't really noticed Leah climbing up onto the desk or anything while he was busy looking on the lower shelves, but he was actually relieved when she spoke up about maybe finding something-- because without a flashlight of his own, reading the tiny labels on medicine bottles was not the easiest. Ow, why would she throw a damn bottle of pills at him? He rolled his eyes, reaching over to pick it up from where it had landed. He gave a look up at her. Who was being loud, now? Pill bottles weren't exactly the quietest thing around.
Carefully standing back up-- and using the shelf to balance himself, one hand instinctively holding at his side, the other holding up the bottle of pills to look over. "Disper..what? Max? Mox?" Reading the label further, he smiled with a bit of relief, actually. Miss Machete had saved his ass by finding him some damn antibiotics. But he'd never admit that. Not for a long time anyway.
He nodded, looking past the bottle and back up to her, "I think this will do," hesitating a moment, he moved to carefully tuck the bottle into one of his pockets, "thank you." He wasn't about to stick it in his bag-- only to lose the bag, like he had with the last one. He still believed that the bastard rookie stole it. He didn't really remember. Too much was happening and he was possibly in shock, at the time, he didn't know.
"That's... all I needed. I can help you find something else? Or..." he shrugged. He'd offer to help her down off the desk, but she might hit him or something, so he stayed put where he was, for now. When she did start to climb back down, though, he couldn't really help but hold up his arms a bit to-- well, 'spot' her, and make sure that if she did fall, he'd do his best to catch her... Awkward. He'd pretend like that wasn't what he was doing.