As far as uncomfortable van rides had gone, that one had been one of the worst. Leah had sat at the back, the farthest away from Rodeo as she could be, content to let the sporadic but tense conversation happen around her. Putting aside grudges for the sake of the greater good had never come easy to her. She was resigned, though, because this was what the group wanted. They hardly functioned as a team, though. That was clear enough without stirring the pot with her own grudge.
It was with no small relief when they finally arrived at the prison. Ossining had been a place she'd visited a few times in the past, back before the outbreak began. Visiting the Village Fair every summer had been a tradition of hers and Ben's, and the route they always took to get there took them past Sing Sing. She'd almost forgotten how massive the prison actually was.
Her thoughts focused back on the present upon hearing her name spoken by Evan. "Told you. At the end of the world, makes sense that prisons would be the safest places to be," she responded, keeping her own voice quiet, both to avoid potentially alerting whoever might be in that prison to their presence, and because it felt out of place to be speaking in a normal tone out here on the grounds. One of those eerie locations where the unwritten rule was that you didn't raise your voice.
Leah inclined her head to study the guard towers, her attention lingering on each one as she watched for signs of life. Nothing moved, but she could hear the distant buzz of activity that indicated there were infected somewhere in the area. She reached for the machete hanging from her left hip, trying to ignore the obvious problem they had of having too many dominant personalities vying for control here. Three, at least. She couldn't say for sure about Rodeo, but Leah was more concerned with getting the job done, rather than who took charge of it and how they went about it. If it came to a heavy disagreement over strategy, well, she'd handle that.
When Evan started pairing them up, Charlie's expression said louder than words could that she thought he was making a mistake. If that was so, Leah, having no military training, didn't see the fault. Evan's intent was to pair up the people he felt would work best together. The ones who held the strongest trust. He could've put Leah with Brandon, and himself with Charlie — one person with a blade, the other with a gun. The fact that he didn't told Leah that Evan didn't completely trust Charlie. And none of them but Charlie trusted Rodeo, which left him the odd one out... at their back. Leah shot an uncertain glance in Rodeo's direction, but said nothing, instead nodding her agreement to the plan.
Once the door was open and they were inside the guard tower, Leah cocked her head, listening for any foreboding sounds from up above. Her shoulders gave a sudden, but barely perceptible twitch when the door closed behind them. However softly Rodeo had been trying to close that door, it still sounded unnaturally loud in this silent room. She waited for Brandon and Charlie to get a few steps ahead of them before she, too, started up the stairs.