"Why would I lose common sense points for that? These days, you can hardly survive without double checking!" His brows furrowed as he looked back at her with a bit of frustration. Okay, so what? Maybe he didn't like it that she'd said he'd lost 'common sense points' because he'd asked her about any zombies being in the back room. And for the record, he'd never actually made his goal of being the greatest detective alive-- he liked to believe he was close to it, but he knew better. He just tried to do his job and do it the best that he could. Maybe he had been terrible at it? Or maybe he was a lot sicker than he looked. He'd had his delirious moments in Quarantine and the infirmary, and like he'd said, he probably should not have been out and about in his condition. And certainly not rummaging around in zombie infested pharmacies.
He sighed, "I know. I know it's stupid," he dragged his attention away again to continue looking through boxes on the shelves. "As much of a difference as it wouldn't make to you, or anyone else around here, it would to me. I'd kind of like to stick around a little while longer," especially since the zombies hadn't finished him off and just killed him. He didn't want to die from a gunshot wound. He didn't want to die at all, but if he was going to, it was going to piss him off if he could survive being mauled by zombies, but he couldn't survive a single bullet.
"No one had any antibiotics-- or they weren't sharing, and I understand. But I'm not about to go rob or kill the guy hoarding the drugs, just yet. You've got to take care of yourself, and that's what I'm doing." He didn't have anyone else to look after, and you'd think he could, at least, handle that.
He decided not to comment on her insistence that he was loud. He only wanted to argue with it anyway, and that wouldn't do them any good either.
He gave a bit of another look over at her, when she started on again about his stupid pictures and pointless forum posts. What else was the damn thing for? To make stupid posts. And it wasn't exactly like there was much else to do when he was stuck in Quarantine. "...it's nicer too." But they weren't here to be nice to each other, were they?
And what about his face! She would have had the same dumb look-- or pissed off look, if he'd thrown a bottle of pills at her. After he'd tucked the bottle of pills away in his coat, he watched her finish gathering a few more things, and then, yes, attempted to catch her, if she fell.
Once she was down, so were his arms, but he did noticed the narrowing of her eyes. She'd caught him in his attempt to help, and she didn't look too happy with it. He didn't mean anything by it. It was just the polite and maybe even instinctive thing to do. She'd helped him find his antibiotics, and the least he could do was to help her down?
...or, you know, that. His brows arched upward again when she demanded that he leave-- and it was accompanied by that angry little jerk of her chin too. Furrowing his brows, he took a few steps back, moving to glance back over his shoulders, and then back to her. He had said that was all that he wanted. The band aids and the antibiotics, and that he didn't want anything else, if she just let him get those things.
He gave a hesitant nod, his eyes searching the --well, not so pretty expression on her face, "thanks for your help." He thought about telling her to be careful, but that would have been like throwing himself into a trap. She didn't seem like the kind of girl that would just take some friendly advice and accept it. She'd probably roll her eyes at him too, and make a comment about him losing points again for saying something stupid. So he opted against it.