When O'Brien corrected her about the rookie not being his friend, Leah tossed up her hands in a surrendering gesture. "Pardon me for assuming you were friends with the guy."

"If it were me? I'd do the same thing he did to you. Shoot him, take his belongings, and leave him for dead. Without a backup weapon." Why, yes, she did have the stomach to see a plan like that follow through. Especially if the person in question was a government official.

Leah shrugged when the man countered that he didn't shoot people unless there was no other choice. "Guess you're one of those rare, happy-go-lucky kind of cops. The ones who make the easiest targets for betrayal." He stated then that no one should shoot her, and she paused, sizing him up. "Clearly you don't know me well enough, or you wouldn't be saying that. Unless you're referring to how useful I can be, in which case, smart man." She couldn't possibly forget that he could shoot her, if he chose to.

When he joined her at the window and noticed the party they were about to be a part of, Leah rolled her eyes at his remark about it being her fault for being so argumentative over his loudness. "Fine. Whatever. You want to blame me? Go ahead. Doesn't change the fact that it's gonna be a pain in the ass getting out of here."

Hopping from the window out onto the sidewalk, Leah took the head off the nearest zombie and glanced over her shoulder at O'Brien. "If you can keep from hitting me," she said, referring to his gun, "I can get us to City Hall. If you decide to sacrifice me? Good luck getting there on your own."

"You run out of bullets, I'll let you borrow one of my machetes." It was a rare offer, giving him the option of handling one of her weapons, but if he had as little ammo as he claimed, they'd be in deep shit.