His breath smelled like booze; that was the second thing she noticed. Drunk, out doing stupid things that had him coming back to her looking like this. A fine show of how much he cared about staying alive. Had he been wandering the streets like this? Staggering around. Maybe that was why the zombies hadn't gotten him. They'd assumed he was one of them.
Allie was too angry to care that her touch caused him discomfort. In fact, she was glad. He deserved that and more, for making her worry so much, for proving those worries weren't unfounded. "I hope it does," she snapped, releasing his chin sharply enough to mimic a slap.
He explained where he'd been, what he'd done, and Allie tossed back her head in disbelief. She threw up her hands. "And you thought that was a good idea? Seriously, Ollie, sometimes I wonder where your brains are." Brown eyes glared at him. Allie rested her hands on her hips. "Though maybe you were thinking with something else, instead of your brain. That wouldn't surprise me."
She pursed her lips, staring at the injuries she could see. Ollie didn't deserve her sympathy. His stupidity was going to get him killed, and then where would she be? It was bad enough the government folk ordered him to do things for them. He didn't have to make the job of dying that much easier. Sullen, Allie lowered her eyes to the floor, hating this Lady Ricardo person.