Well that was certainly not how he'd expected her to react. Calvin's frown shifted into what might have been slight remorse. He chewed his bottom lip and then turned and tossed his apple away in anger. Zombie-Kurt hissed in surprise at the sudden noise and started pulled at the cell bars again. "Oh shut up." Scowled Calvin as he crossed the room. He flopped back down in his chair and stewed for a moment. Sitting and thinking about the exchange though, only seemed to make the anger and annoyance inside of him rise. What did she want from him? Why the hell did she keep this charade up? Why was he even here? God, he was free now. Free to do whatever! Yet, he kept staying at this godforsaken place. Goddamn it!
Almost subconsciously Rankin shifted and reached into his pocket for his medication. It was only after the empty bottle was out in his hands that he remembered again. "Right" It was still empty. He'd been out for weeks actually. Hard to get prescription refills in the apocalypses. In frustration he threw the bottle down, scowled, and then decided to get up. He needed to go after Kitty. He needed an outlet and they needed to talk about this squabbling. He found her upstairs across the hall way. Probably on the way back to her room. "HEY! Wait!" He shouted her way in what was probably a bit louder than necessary or appropriate. "We're not done here, Missie. We need to talk!"