Angel shrugged her good shoulder. “It was more of an instinctive reaction than an idea. Ideas require thought.” She clamped her lips together, stoppering up another logical ramble. Now wasn't the time. Perhaps she should've left him to believe that it really had involved intelligence, but Angel had never been good at taking credit for something that didn't actually happen.
The girl's mouth worked, fighting back a smile when the man laughed. “I'd suggest practice, but that would probably involve putting people in danger. Bad idea right there.” She shrugged, uncertain how long she'd planned on running, or where she had been running to, but it wasn't exactly a planned event.
“Right. That.” Medical attention was important, even if she wasn't immune. She bit her lip and glanced down, then behind her at the oncoming zombies. They needed to get moving. She started walking in the direction she'd been fleeing. If nothing else, it'd get them away from the zombies. “It... doesn't hurt that much.” Spoken in a tone that clearly indicated she wasn't telling the truth.
It was an honest answer, she could tell. Angel would've been less willing to believe him if he'd told her that everyone helped everyone else. She nodded, then snorted a laugh through her nose when he teased her about her phrasing. “It's rare to trust a person's face these days, so I think that makes you lucky.” Angel ducked her head, smiling at his next words. “I'll take your word for it. I'd say I'll take your face for it, but that sounds weird even to me.”
She gestured in the vague direction of the prison compound. “Lead the way.”