He tried heroically to fit everything she brought over, and though it took a little effort, it all fit inside the duffle. The bag looked about ready to rip open, but he'd filled it with knives and found the material to be much more resilient to tearing than he had imagined when he had taken it all those years ago. He took her bag, throwing it onto his bad shoulder without thinking. It was probably the most painful thing he's experienced today, after the initial bite. Brennan wasn't as robotic as he acted most of the time, and it took him by surprise and hurt like Hell. He sucked in a breath through his teeth sharply, but didn't react otherwise.
"If you need anything, let me know." He stated, leading the way out of the building, rifle at the ready. There were noises in some of the rooms in the hallway that were previously silent, but no doors opened, no windows shattered, and if nothing came out at them, he wasn't going to go searching for a fight.
The closer they got to the door he had kicked in, the more weight lifted off his shoulders. Right now, he wanted to go back to Public Library, take care of the gash in his shoulder and possibly just collapse somewhere and fall asleep.
There were no infected around on the way back. not that posed a threat to them. A group of shufflers were around, but they didn't notice the two of them, wandering around, attracted by the sounds of things moving somewhere near them. Brennan wasn't disappointed when they made it back without anything else attacking them.
The organised chaos of the Library was more than welcome, but the ripped open gash in his shoulder was calling for his attention. "Where should I put this?" He inquired, taking her bag off his shoulder to alleviate the pressure.