Cutter noticed that she was nervous, but he chalked it up to a lack of trust in him and his abilities. After all they hadn't seen each other in years and she had never seen what he was really capable of - and if it was up to him, she would never have to watch him in action. By now he had reluctantly accepted the fact that she was grown up now, but that didn't mean that he couldn't want to protect her from pretty much everything there was. Thinking about the time that had passed and the way they, and especially she, had changed would ultimately lead to confusion for him, so he held on to that protectiveness with a stubborn determination. It bothered him more than it probably should, but he brushed off the thoughts that came up, there was a task at hand he could concentrate on and he would do just that, there was plenty of time to mull things over later when he couldn't sleep.
Once they were inside he shut the doors as well as it was possible, they had been opened with brute force and the lock was completely busted, but it was better than nothing. Often it was enough if there was something in the way to keep the freaks out - Cutter wasn't sure just how far those creatures were gone, just how much intelligence was left but it definitely wasn't much.
"We need to get this anchored. Normally you'd put the posts in the ground, that's kinda hard to do on the roof, so it's probably easiest to build in a floor, make it more stable. An' you'll probably want a house or somethin' for em." There were carts littered all across the aisles and he grabbed the nearest, there was no way he could carry everything they'd need in one go, not with the injured hand. "Need tools, too. I'm not goin' to try an' cut a few two-by-fours with a nail file. Want a ride?" He pointed at the cart with a lopsided grin. Just because the world was thoroughly fucked and there were zombies everywhere it didn't mean that they couldn't at least try and have some fun.