Leah, as per usual, was unfazed by the Frenchman's humor, because she knew that he, unlike some other men, kept his lewdness only to words and was, thus, harmless. It became a completely different story when a guy got handsy. To her, anyway. To Brandon? Not so much. As was evidenced by what happened to the guard who compared her ass to an apple.
"You wouldn't be the first person to admit to that," she replied evenly, throwing his own joke back in his face. "Murder me all you want in your dreams, Frenchie. It's the only way it'll ever happen." Wickeder people than he had wished her dead before. It never outwardly bothered her.
She snorted softly at his remark about having an improved outlook on life. "Impossible to please and barely tolerable. I'm quite proud of those qualities." When O'Brien's name was mentioned in this context, Leah's only reaction was a pursing of the lips. That topic was off-limits. No way in hell was she discussing personal matters like those with Marchand, of all people.
It was Leah's turn to shrug. "If you say so. I'd still go with irony. Less sweet revenge, since we're the ones who have to spend time together."
Sparring with ice skates had a lot of potential, especially if any skills could be carried over into killing zombies. Amused, she smiled at the thought. "Then I suppose there'd have to be a 'no kicking' rule, huh?" O'Brien had said they'd go ice skating together sometime. It had initially been an urge of whimsy, and it still mostly was, but if they had to clear out a skating rink that was riddled with undead, what better way to get rid of them than by strapping on a pair of ice skates and having a little fun? "I went ice skating once last year. Or I tried to, anyway. No one else wanted to go with me, and I wasn't about to drag my sisters out there with all those zombies around. Wasn't much fun skating alone, though, so I didn't go back." She shrugged, then added, "But nope, being clumsy won't help you."
It was her fault that things had happened the way they had between Evan and his sister. For that reason, as well as a few others, Leah felt obligated to help in some way. He'd never accept her help, though. That was one difference between them. He could offer assistance, convince her to accept it, and say she didn't owe him anything. But if she tried to do the same? Backfire. No go. In all honesty, she wasn't known for her generosity, especially when it came to Evan, so maybe that was the reason he never accepted her help when she offered. Just like he'd been skeptical of her unceremonious gift of the noise-canceling headphones.
"Looks like you've got it all covered. Besides, I'm more physically helpful, than brainy helpful." Not for the first time would she wonder if she was cut out for being a co-leader in this. "Hacksaws to get through the sewers, if we need to. Climbing gear to scale the buildings, get to the guard towers." There was probably more they were missing, but as she'd said, she wasn't the best planner.