"I do n-" cutting herself short, Mabel lowered her eyes to examine herself and her current state, making note of her awkward stance and bloodstained clothing. Maybe she could see his point. "Hey, this stupid sweater cost fifty dollars," and she was rather impressed by that, "before I stole it. Took it. Whatever, no actual zombies were going to wear it. And we can't all look like..." She gave him another skeptical glance over, trying to think of any actors she heard of lately. "George Clooney." If there was any resemblance, however, she didn't actually know.
Eyes narrowing by smiling softly to herself, Mabel steadied her pistol before firing just past Mitch's head, and then again, taking down a zombie that had found its way into the grocery department, their noise probably attracting the unwanted attention. And then she lowered the gun to her side once more, grabbing onto a shelf of full of nutella on the endcap to take the weight off her ankle.