It was Leah's turn to roll her eyes. Bitchy McMenstrualpants was, indeed, her least favorite nickname that he'd given her. Not for the first time did she wish she had any skill whatsoever in coming up with clever names to call people. Creativity was not her forte. "I've been better about my attitude lately," was her argument this time, whereas she usually would've told him to fuck off with the names. "Oh, please. If I'd really wanted to offend you, I'd have made a reference to all French people lacking any decency. Won't argue that you'd beat me in a decency contest, though." Being decent only invited more friendships that she wasn't comfortable having.
Leah acknowledged his compliment with a brief arching of her eyebrow. "Ah, a night owl. Suppose it's quieter being active at night. Probably more dangerous, too. I don't like having to face zombies in the dark." To each their own, though. If Marchand liked doing things at night, that was his choice. She didn't care either way. "Nothing beats a quiet morning, though." And the sunrise. She never tired of watching the sun rise.
"Noise-cancelling headphones could fix that problem," she suggested when Evan spoke of having difficulty sleeping in the infirmary with all the sick and injured people. Her nose wrinkled as she listened to the hacking cough coming from the woman in the bed next to Evan's. "This would be why I try to avoid getting hurt, so I don't have to put up with the excessive fucking noise."
Evan brought attention to the solitary chair in the area, and Leah unfolded her arms to spin it around and sit on it backwards, scooting closer to the bed so that they could talk quietly. Taking the blueprint he handed to her, Leah rested her chin in her hand as she looked over the design. Sing Sing prison. Her number one choice for a base, once this rebellion got moving. The location was ideal. She nodded her approval, sliding the sketchpad closer when he next offered it.
"I'm impressed. I would've figured blueprints and maps of the zoo would've been easier to find, but this," she nodded again, letting her eyes follow the patterns he'd drawn of the roofs, carefully plotting out which paths seemed most easily accessible. "This place has endless potential. Provided there isn't an endless wall of shit we have to fight our way through." It was more than likely the place was crawling with undead. Or, if not zombies, then living people who may or may not be willing to share their living space. For a cause like this, Leah was willing to put up a fight for the claim.
"Depending on what's waiting for us there, it might leave us too exposed if we take to the roofs." Her brows drew down in thought. She pointed to an area on the blueprints. "It looks like there's a sewer entrance here, yes? I really don't want to go back into the sewers anytime soon, but that could be another option..." Staring ahead, she squinted at the curtain, going through her memory bank of what she knew about Sing Sing. "Getting over that wall into the actual yard is gonna be tricky. Unless you already have that worked out, too?"