“I’d rather be a living bitch than a dead nuisance,” was Leah’s response. There wasn’t any point in denying it, since it was true. That had been her mantra for the longest time. Back in the city, she hadn’t cared much for entertainment; movies and shit like that. They were a waste of time when the city was being overrun with infected.
Trying to have a rational argument with a teenager was like trying to teach an animal to speak English. There was no winning. Leah let out a breath and shrugged. “If that’s how you want to see it. Next time a mess is reported, you’ll be the first person I seek out and I’ll make sure Security has you locked in one of our many cells for a few days.”
Mention of Olivia was definitely a low blow, but it was a fair one, considering this wasn’t meant to be a friendly conversation. Leah blinked, taking a second to recover from the pang of hurt that brought. She didn’t respond to that, instead focusing on the jibe at the fact she kept sentimental things. “Definitely news worthy. Front page, even.”
Though she didn’t outwardly show it, she was more than a little relieved when Caitie finally gave in and returned the necklace. Arguing while resisting the urge to use any more physical contact was exhausting. Maybe she was just losing her touch. She watched Caitie go, then bent to pick up the necklace. Pocketing it, she continued on to her destination.