"Well, at least you own up to your many, many faults," Leah said, although she was visibly disappointed with his counterattack. Of all the things that had to change with the conception of the rebellion plans, she'd expected their snarking at one another would've been the last thing to go. Instead, it had metamorphosed into something that was both easier and more difficult to maneuver around. Leah disliked having to sacrifice her verbal sparring partner to the cause. "By that logic, I should be French, since I'm far more graceful than you are. But I wouldn't be able to stomach the culture, or the people." And by people, she pointedly meant Evan.
Seeing him grin made her scowl, yet at least this time he'd given her something to correct him about. "When it really counts? So what happened in the sewers wasn't dire enough for you? I'll keep that in mind if somebody ever suggests a trip to the Louisiana Bayou." It still surprised her that Evan was the one to snap. Of the four of them, she would've thought he'd be the least likely to fly off the handle, but since giving it some thought, she suspected it came down to the fact that she'd expected the government to eventually try and implement something along the lines of a breeding project. That was why her own reaction had been the calmest.
Leah rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide her smirk. That was more like it. "I'm sure you would hate that," she said, "but of course it would all depend on whether you could kill me, and I don't think you could. I don't fight fair."
Evan's reaction to her generosity was met with an annoyed pursing of her lips. Right. So he could attempt to do nice things and expect people not to question his kindness, but when she tried to do the same, it wasn't as believable. "If you don't want them, throw them out. I don't care," she said sullenly. Offering the headphones had obviously been a mistake, one that she wouldn't be repeating.
She glanced in the direction of his bag, but shook her head, not moving from her seat. "Keep them. I'll take your word for it, for now." His prior show of mistrust had left her feeling petulant and in a rush to get this meeting over with.
"If not explosives, hacksaws may work with getting through whatever metal doors are down there. They'd be a lot slower, but safer than blasting our way through." More and more, she was hoping the place would be swarming with infected, rather than living people. Taking down zombies would be infinitely easier.
"Oh, I know there are guard towers, as many times as I've observed that place from other rooftops. Plenty of ideal places outside the prison we can use to investigate, if we have to." 'Wouldn't want to just charge in.' That, she knew, was a direct criticism to Brandon. Leah gave Evan a warning look, but knew she didn't have much room to argue with that. Did Evan know about her brother's and friends' involvement, though? It might not be a bad idea to tell him. A repeat of what happened with Ellis Island wouldn't be conductive at all.
"Fair enough. We wouldn't want a repeat of Ellis," she said, pitching her voice lower so that she'd be even less likely to be overheard.