She'd never been much of a conspiracy theorist. For one thing, she wasn't clever enough to untangle the web of lies people claimed the government told, and up until now she hadn't really cared. "I think it's at least safe to say we're out of their reach in dumps like this," Leah observed of the Americana. After all, it would be far too much work for government types to go around bugging every room in every building in New York. On several occasion, she'd come across one or more people bunking down in abandoned apartments, free of the government's influence. Surviving was more difficult for them, true, but they were managing. She'd left those people alive, but the same couldn't be said of other immune who'd encountered these individual groups survivors.
Leah bobbed her head in agreement, mirroring the sentiment to her own sisters. "Smart of you to keep her at a place like Grand Central, where the guards are lenient." In some cases that was a stretch, but fury boiled in her gut at the thought of what might happen to Kori, Lilah, and yes, even George, if they'd chosen to reside in one of the firehouses or police stations. "Your sister's smart. I think she'll be okay."
That was her thought process, too, about the jail cells making perfect living quarters. Find someone clever enough to jerry-rig the iron-barred doors, make them close together or individually in case of an emergency. Leah raised her eyes to Evan's when he voiced his opinion on a new method of quarantine. A solemn nod. "No more being strapped to beds, either. Or treated like a rabid animal." Maybe that had just been her, though. She studied Evan's face for any reaction to her words, but nothing much was forthcoming. Just her, then. Leah cleared her throat, not wanting to dwell on the subject of quarantine. "I agree, though. Humane quarantine."
"Good. And I might be able to swing by once in a while if none of you are able to watch him." That was the most she was willing to compromise in terms of spending time at Grand Central, though. At least for now. Guard duty ranked about as low as rescue missions on her list of favorite activities. She briefly humored the idea of talking O'Brien into keeping an eye on Holloway, since he seemed so eager to help her. The very idea was dismissed almost as quickly as it had come. From what she'd seen on the forums, O'Brien was helping Holloway investigate his laptop's disappearance. Based on that alone, Leah wasn't willing to trust this kind of information (among other things) with O'Brien just yet.
Hearing Evan's eagerness for being witness to the confrontation made Leah smirk. "Lucky you, getting a front row seat to the show." She uncapped her bottle of water, taking a sip before adding, "I'm thinking I'll wait a few days, let Holloway's paranoia wear down a bit. From what I've gathered, someone I know is currently helping him search for his precious laptop. Wouldn't be a very good idea to confront Mr. Dead Man Walking with that person hanging around. I'll let you know, though." So you can make sure I don't kill the bastard.