Re: O'Brien, Leah
"'Fraid not, Detective. Sorry to burst that bubble for you." She let her lips part to hide another smile, folding her arms across her chest again as she waited for him to come up with another ridiculous suggestion for her spirit animal. It shouldn't have been as fun a conversation as it was. "A lioness, huh?" She gave it a bit of thought, chuckling when he added that last bit about a fucking scary roar. "Alright, I can deal with that."
All humor died away, however, when O'Brien insisted that her reasoning was invalid. "This conversation," she repeated in a low tone, "is over." The look in her eyes was equal parts warning and pleading.
Once again using the items on the table as a distraction, Leah searched until she found a bottle of water. Reaching for it, she gave a nod and a humorless half-smile at his remark about not begging. "Good to know." Unscrewing the cap, she took a sip of her water.
That was true, what he said about her fending for herself. Given what he said about her being beautiful, she probably could've used that to her advantage. Leah had never been adept at mooching, though. She preferred doing things for herself, if only because she was the only one who could do things to her satisfaction. If you want something done right, do it yourself, was one of her favorite mottos.
"Nobody said that." That the apocalypse would be a walk in the park. "And nobody will say that." A pause. "Unless, of course, they are actually taking a walk through Central Park. I wouldn't want to get lost in there." Of course, that wasn't what this part of the conversation was about, but it was what she chose to focus on.
O'Brien brought up the subject of some of his family again and Leah struggled to keep her expression blank. She was glad she had the camera to focus on. Up until this point, Leah hadn't considered the possibility that O'Brien might have had a wife and family before the world went to shit. But now, hearing him talk of his nieces and nephews, she couldn't help but wonder. If he did have a wife, it didn't seem likely that she was still alive. Unless O'Brien was the kind of man who flirted with other women, whether he was married or not.
"Are they still alive?" She asked quietly, studying the camera and its many buttons. "Your nieces and nephews?" That wasn't a fair question, was it? If she couldn't answer his about the people she'd lost, how could she expect him to answer that question? She frowned, shaking her head. "Never mind. You don't have to answer that. Sorry I asked."
Leah couldn't help but give a subdued laugh at his reaction as she went through the menu to turn the camera's flash off. He suggested she take the pictures, and the woman shook her head insistently, reaching for his free hand to plant the camera in his palm. "Uh-uh. The chick who planned the party asked you to take the pictures. Besides, I don't like her, so I don't owe her any favors."