All ready to go to the back aaaand... then a what. He paused. "Really?" Even Mitch wasn't sure if the response was for her never having been in a building bigger than the Target they were current taking a temporary refuge in, or her comment about his sexuality. Actually, the former was likely not at all questionable. He had been about to leave, but for a moment he stood there staring at her as if she were crazy. "I'm not--" Though he began to tell her that he wasn't a homosexual, he had plenty of ex-boyfriends who would've begged to differ had they not likely been zombified. However, that didn't mean that he necessarily identified himself as just gay either. He didn't dislike women, he just found 99.9% of them to be horrendously off-putting and dull. Perhaps annoying was even a good word to use. He was a fussy man, but he never had been able to stand someone as needlessly fussy as himself. Well, okay, maybe he was just mostly a homosexual in general.
"Right. And I'm sure those people without teeth never taught you that tossing labels around with people you don't know is stupid." As if he hadn't been horrendously guilty of always doing it himself, even knowing that it was wrong. "Now, give me a hand then and you can use the microwave, too."
Motioning in the direction with his bat, he sighed. "I saw something move that way, so I have a hunch that the store isn't clear yet." If she didn't have a gun, he would've never asked her. However, it seemed convenient and it wasn't like he couldn't offer help in return. The way she was picking out products, she seemed clueless to him.