She could have chased him out with threats, but the store was plenty big for the both of them, and so far he hadn't done anything too offensive that would justify her asocial tendencies. Maybe if she were more vain she would have been insulted by his remarks, but Mabel never had a chance to care much about being considered a pretty girl. It was a waste when she was working in the slaughter house, and it was a waste now.
"Grab me a cart," she asked to his retreating back, although not really expecting him to be so courteous even after she just saved him. Well, maybe he would have been able to do just fine on his own, she wasn't about to underestimate anybody that had survived thus far. Still, it was worth it to see his reaction. Humans were far more jumpy than zombies, and his cat didn't seem too pleased either by the gunfire.
Curiously, she picked up a jar of her own once the man was out of sight, studying the nutella briefly before unscrewing the lid and puncturing through the safety seal. She wasn't expecting to be too impressed, unfamiliar with the product but guessing it was something like peanut butter, but after licking a bit off her finger, Mabel decided she'd need more than just one jar. Easing down to sit on the floor, Mabel dropped her gun next to her and started working hungrily through the jar.