Leah scoffed. "Why the hell would I admit to my faults? That's only asking for more trouble." She had enough trouble as it was.
When Evan made the remark about the possibility of having a little French in her, she paused, her brows drawing down into an expression of mingled confusion, disgust, surprise, and amusement. "No wonder people always think we're flirting, when you say shit like that." She shook her head, as if trying to clear his words from her mind. "But yeah, I guess it could explain that. Except for the whining. I don't fucking whine." Her eyes narrowed.
"I'm surprised you're not already up there schmoozing with the Eskimos, Frenchie. You'd look a lot more attractive in a giant parka and snowshoes. Scarf tied around your face," she smirked. "Probably a lot fewer zombies up there, if you could stand the sub-zero temperatures."
Evenly matched or not, it would be interesting to see which of them was the more adept fighter. Tucking her tongue in her cheek, she gave the idea a bit of thought. Both of them going head-to-head in an unfair fight, evenly matched but for their choice in weaponry. Wouldn't be good for the rebellion, probably. Their followers — scary to think that she might be considered a leader in this — would be put off by the concept of their self-appointed leaders fighting.
"Oh good. Wouldn't want you going easy on me because I'm a woman. Always a plus when I can legitimately kick your ass." She arched an eyebrow. "Maybe we'll find out one of these days who's the better fighter."
Leah frowned, still pouting slightly at his lack of trust, although it was completely warranted. She shrugged a shoulder. "Less clutter for me to have to deal with." She kept her eyes on the blueprints, plucking distractedly at strands of her hair. "I'm sure. Don't need to see them to know you have them." She could trust him that much, at least. Likely it would be a long and bumpy road before Evan could fully trust her. She found herself envying his ability to change his demeanor so easily.
One corner of Leah's mouth twitched into something of a smile. The soldiers she was usually assigned to go on missions with hardly ever polled their team members for suggestions on how to get something done, and if by slim chance they did? They never took Leah's suggestions. Possibly because of the griping tone in her voice, or maybe out of spite. She didn't know. That it was Evan accepting her idea was bizarre in itself, yet it still managed to give her a tiny feeling of pride.
Lovers they were not, but if that illusion kept them safe from the prying ears and eyes of the people in the infirmary, so be it. If their words about the rebellion weren't overheard and someone did remark about her reason for being with Evan in the infirmary, she would not-so-kindly correct them.
"Definitely doesn't help that a certain person in question and few of his friends were inadvertently the cause of that attack." Leah kept her gaze down, still. She couldn't erase the feeling that she was betraying Brandon by telling Evan about his involvement. Evan hated Brandon probably more than he hated Leah, and the feeling was mutual. "A few people on Liberty already know, but not everyone... And I intend to keep it that way," she added pointedly, letting Evan know that it was a threat.