"No," he offered her a small smile, "we just don't want the zombies to hear... you know? That's the last thing we need." She really was-- if O'Brien ever needed to see a friendly and infectious smile, all he had to do was spend time with Eloise.
He chuckled, "you say that now, yeah. Twenty minutes from now, you're going to be out like a light." Maybe not. If she didn't drink any more. Which-- he'd already confiscated the bottle from her. "And have I carried you before? I think I could do it." If he had to. But the weather wasn't too bad out. If she fell asleep on the roof, they might just stay there until she woke up again.
Firefighters carried people mostly. But occasionally the need would arise that he had to carry a person for one reason or another."Wine, chocolate, and coffee, huh?" he nodded, "all good things. I used to live off the stuff. Especially when I had late night shifts."
He smiled when Eloise began drunkenly singing again. Brows arching in surprise once more, "yeah? Ninety-four? Even I didn't know that." She'd been researching again, hadn't she?
He followed along with Eloise, letting her lead him to wherever she wanted to, "the list?" He nodded, "yeah. They've had television specials on it and stuff, I think. If I remember correctly." He nodded when she suggested they set up along the wall. "Wherever you'd like."