Re: O'Brien, Leah
O'Brien's brows furrowed, "wait... Unicorns aren't real? I just thought they didn't exist in Manhattan. Or Missouri for that matter," since that was where he was from. He narrowed his eyes at her, smirking a bit. He canted his head from side to side in consideration, "okay, okay--" he pointed to her, "I've got it. You're not a tiger. That doesn't quite fit. Close, though. You're a lioness. You can kill like nobody's business, and you're still majestic and beautiful. And you have really sharp claws. And a fucking scary roar."
He lifted his own eyebrows right back at her, "if unicorns aren't real, then no."
He held up his hand, waving it a bit toward her, "Wait, wait... I've lost people too. It's not easy either way. But whoever said that the zombie apocalypse was supposed to be a walk in the park?" he was frowning at her reasoning, and the fact that she didn't want to talk about it, but whatever. He'd lost plenty of people he was close to too-- even if he didn't know if they had been bitten, or if they were off somewhere else and hopefully safe. He still wasn't with them.
He smiled lightly, "I don't beg." not really anyway. He pestered people sometimes. But he didn't beg. He motioned to her, "and you do fend for yourself, and I respect that. There's a lot about you that I respect, Miss Machete."
He shrugged, "they're a lot harder to be nice to. Lionesses too. Sometimes it's a little discouraging-- but like I said, who said the apocalypse was going to be a walk in the park?"
It was certainly a time of celebration. He was very glad to be alive, and he was thankful to be in the company of others that weren't the Rookie cop. However unpleasant some of them may be. He wasn't ready to give up on Leah just yet. He did like her. But there was only so much he could do to try and keep things going.
Taking a sip of his beer, he shrugged, "I never had one other than my phone. My nieces and nephews talked me into uploading photos and stuff to Twitter so they could follow my oh-so-exciting life in New York. That's why my family got me the iPhone thing for Christmas," he nodded to her. "Before that, I never took pictures really."
He blinked, completely taken off gaurd by the camera's flash, "whoa." he grinned, reaching up to shield his eyes a bit, "apparently not. You know," he motioned to her, "maybe you should take the pictures, tonight. Clearly you're better at it than me."