"Yeah, well," he grumbled his reply, and okay, yeah, she'd frustrated him. The hot chick with the machetes had made him a bit angry. So what? He scoffed, rolling his eyes, "The asshole wasn't my friend. I didn't pick getting stuck with him, that's for damn sure. My partner was bitten, and they sent me out with the rookie. Then all hell broke loose. I just got stuck with him, alright? For four fucking years. I don't understand what made him want to shoot me, though." He shook his head, "If I didn't trust you somewhat, I wouldn't have turned my back on you to go into the back room, in the first place. But fine. I will."
O'Brien shook his head, "I don't know what I'll do if I ever see him again. First of all, I'd ask him where the hell my other gun is. And my bag. But then?" He shrugged, "I don't know. I do know I'm going to be pretty pissed off at him, though. No, I am pissed off at him, and if we ever cross paths again?" He shook his head, thinking. "Probably going to beat the shit out of him. And then tell him to get the fuck out."
He looked back over at Leah, nodding a bit, "Good to know." He studied her a moment as she explained about her being the sort that would shoot herself for hoarding the meds, and then decided he'd speak up again, "I don't shoot people unless I have to. There's not enough humans left around, in case you hadn't noticed. I don't exactly feel like killing for anything, yet. Maybe it will come to that, I don't know... but I sincerely hope not. And I'm not going to shoot you, no one should shoot you. But yeah," he made sure she was aware, "I could shoot you if I wanted to or had to." But he didn't anticipate that happening.
Glancing back over his shoulder at her, after giving the zombie another good whack with the cane, he gave her a bit of a confused look, "what the hell are you talking about?? If I fire my gun, they'll all hear!" he rolled his eyes when she turned to hurry off after --shit, was that another one? He made a face and turned back to the hooker zombie on the floor, and gave it's head another good beating with the cane.
And okay, yeah... maybe he shouldn't have tried to kill the thing with the cane. Maybe it did hurt. Okay, it did. but he was trying to keep from drawing any more attention to them than he had to.
So much for that.
"What?" He tossed the cane back down, and brought his hand and arm back down to hold at his side as he stepped around to where Leah was to give a look out the window. "Fuck..." He rolled his eyes, "that's exactly what I didn't want. Maybe you were too loud with your complaining and accusations," okay, he tried. It might have been a little too late for blaming her.
Pulling his gun from it's holster, --thank God the zombies were just walkers--, he took aim and gave one of them a clean shot right between the eyes. Well, more or less. "I'd like to point out that I don't have an endless supply of bullets... I have one box that I got the other day. So... I hope you plan on helping if the need arises, Miss Machete." He imagined that she would.
A pause, and then a quick glance over at the zombie that had just been murdered by one of Leah's sharp knives, and then back to Miss Machete herself, "thanks for getting that one," he'd thought there had only been one that had made it into the store so far. Apparently there had been two.