When Columbus took care of the remaining zombie that managed to escape the massive amounts of shots coming from the girl's gun leg, he hardly expected her to take aim at him. It was just his instinct to make sure that the zombie's were completely dead. Double tap. It saved him more then once in his life. Maybe she didn't need any help. By just t he looks of the woman, it was easy to tell that she could hold her own through anything that might come her way. He just couldn't help but follow his basic rules down to the core. Even though the shot gun was in safe proximity and not aimed at anyone living, he still had the reaction to put his arms up just slightly, almost like he was being held over by the police.
Not that really ever happened to him.
"I was taking care of the spare zombie. It wasn't aimed at you, I swear. If I offended you in anyway, I'm sorry," he replied after a short moment of hesistation, as he caught a glimpse under her skirt. Trying to avert his eyes quickly, Columbus had plenty of guns being aimed directly at him, which were mostly from either Tallahassee, Wichita, or Little Rock, but this time was different. They wouldn't shoot at him, even when he was one of the girl's hostages for a short period of time. And the woman in front of him was quite leatal, especially with her words. Saying the F word so much wasn't something he was used to either to be honest. That wasn't something he'd say either, always worried about offending one person or another.
Once it seemed that she might not shoot him, despite the fact that the leg gun was still aimed at him, Columbus relaxed just slightly. The conversation of his own gun make him feel a little bit pathetic. He knew that it only held two rounds of ammo before having to reload it once again, but that wasn't the point of him choosing that patricular gun compaired to another that he could have pulled out of the closet. Comfort was his main reason. "It's helped me before, despite that," he said, not managing to defend his reasonings at all. However, that conversation was cut short by another round of bullets from the gun leg to another small on coming hord of zombies.
Wincing just slightly from the sound, Columbus was surprised to realize a massive dog had bounded towards him the second that he reopened his eyes. Actually, if the woman didn't make a comment about a dog, it would have taken him longer to notice the animal. "Um, I didn't know either, because it's not my dog," he answered her. Even though he hadn't had a clue where the canine had come from or who it had belonged to actually, Columbus couldn't help but reach his hand out and letting his fingers come in contact with the dog's fur. It had been a while since he had actually seen a dog. Zombieland wasn't actually overrun with them either. They were almost as scarace as humans there.