Leah nodded, blowing the smoke out slowly, watching it cloud around her head and then slowly dissipate into the chilly air. "I'll trust you to handle that, then. Guard dog duty isn't fun, anyway. Unless it involves attacking something." Holloway certainly wouldn't appreciate having Leah for a guard dog.
"Neither do I, so let's change the subject." Leah's restless pacing took her over to the wall nearest the window, and she leaned her back against it, gaze intent on the end of her cigarette and the zombie she could see stumbling its way down the street below. Her head whipped back around to look at Evan when he confessed to both of his siblings being immune.
"Huh." Leah tucked her tongue in her cheek, weighing this new information. Clever of him, keeping that a secret for so long. It made her wonder how many other supposed non-bittens out there were actually hiding the fact they were immune. Keeping a secret like that from the government was no easy task. It took brains and desperation and a lot of devotion. All of which Evan possessed. "Tell anyone what?" She asked. Her way of saying her lips were sealed as far as that went.
She made a shrugging motion with her eyebrows, conceding his point, and turned her head back to gaze out the window. Another drag from the cigarette. "Not keen on mine using guns or knives, but that's the world we live in now." Hearing his next question, Leah looked at him, trying to gauge if he was serious. "Probably. As long as I do the asking. Coming from you, I know his answer would be no."
Jaw snapping. Rattling. Her brows drew together in thought. "Sounds like something big. If the jaw snapping is that loud," she said after a moment, flicking her ashes to the floor. She was inclined to share his opinion that those rumors were worrisome. "Whatever it is, we'll take care of it."