If the man was this slow reacting to an encounter with another living person, it didn't give Leah much confidence in his capabilities of dealing with the undead. Glancing down at herself, she took stock of her appearance. Did she look like one of those rotting shufflers? Admittedly, it had been a few days since she'd bathed, and her hair was always more or less a mess anymore, but did she really look and smell bad enough to be mistaken for one of them?
While she waited for him to find words, Leah let her eyes flick over him. There was only the slight possibility that he was new to missions like these. He wasn't scrawny, that was for sure. Any man or woman who looked remotely like they could defend themselves would be put to use. His expression, however, was one of complete bewilderment, and that made her wary of stepping any closer to him.
Finally he spoke. Leah nodded slowly, as if she were communicating to someone who was simple. Rookie fighters had a tendency to panic when confronted by the undead. "That's right. Me alive. Like you," she said, enunciating each word, her hand gesturing to herself and then to him. Alright, so maybe that was a bit cruel. If he really was two sandwiches short of a picnic, she'd feel bad about making fun of him.
The man's eyes dropped to where her weapons were hanging alongside her hips. Leah arched an eyebrow. "So, telling you I'm not a zombie isn't proof enough? Or are you afraid I'm gonna to kill you and take whatever you have on you? Hate to disappoint, but if I wanted you dead, creeping would've been the smarter alternative to walking right up to you." Shaking her head, the woman let out a sigh, shifting her weight to one foot, resting her hands on her hips. Really? This was what she was going to have to deal with, in addition to the zombies in that warehouse? Perfect.
If she'd known that he'd been eying her bare arms to inspect her bite scar, Leah would've gladly offered the additional proof that she was immune. They were strangers, though, and he couldn't possibly know where she'd been bitten. If he wanted to know, all he had to do was ask. The location she told would be true, but the circumstances leading to the bite would be a fabrication.
Leah's chin raised when the man collected himself and informed her of the situation. Good. He had backup. That earned him a few points for intelligence. He wasn't some stupid renegade out here alone, preparing to take on whatever was in that building. Much like she had been prepared to do. Chagrined, her gaze flicked away from his for a moment.
Voices inside the warehouse were loud, but the words were garbled. Leah couldn't translate any more than the occasional "help." But whether it was a Waker or a human, remained to be seen.