Best be quiet then, Mabel decided, uncertain what Mitch even meant by labels but supposing that meant he was right. Maybe he wasn't out yet (which at this point, seemed silly to worry about), or one of those ex-gays like Bachmann's husband (although really, the alternative had to be much better.) Or he was still mourning the death of his zombie boyfriend. Mabel had never cared much for dating given the lack of options, and while she supposed she had no actual preference between men or women or any idea of what sort of type she'd be interested in, the only people her age in town were cousins that she never particularly liked. But not having to worry about emotional attachments had worked well for her so far.
There wasn't anything in her cart that required microwaving to get much use out of borrowing it, and she wasn't about to wander back to the freezers to find something when Mitch seemed impatient enough to change his mind at any inconvenience. Mabel stared in the direction he was indicating, wondering if they'd at least be passing by the pharmacy on the way so she could get some pain killers. Frowning, she pushed her cart forward a bit, ready to follow despite not much advantage in it for her other than killing another zombie or two, which was probably more for his behalf than hers.