Oh, the electronics. Of course. Mitch looked up and sighed again, not quite sure why he didn't think of that himself. He didn't like the idea of having to run all the way to the back, but it would just have to be done. Hopefully there were no remaining zombies in the back. It took him a minute to understand what she said after that. He had heard her clearly, but the meaning was lost on him until he realized she was telling him her name. It had been awhile and he really had never been good with introductions before then. As names were on a need to know basis with him otherwise, he looked at her funny at first. He couldn't really think what the harm of her knowing his would be though.
"Mitchell," he replied suspiciously, not paying any mind to how uncannily well their names fit together. "And this is Pitch." Pausing, he took a moment to study her face with the newly applied make up. He hadn't bothered to take the time to consider her looks when she seemed content enough to limp around like a zombie. Well, with the exception of her outfit. However, it wasn't too bad when he got a better look at her. Still, he shook his head. "That's not your color." For just a moment, he sat down the microwave and went to search through the lipsticks himself in the aisle next door.