Following behind and careful not to run his cat over with her cart, Mabel was usually more comfortable with taking her own lead but cooperative enough to allow him that without causing any unnecessary power struggles. Especially since she didn't know her way around all that well. She had been in a smaller Target before in another state, and while the interior and the departments were similar, the layout was slightly different, and this one was far less pillaged. Glancing down every aisle that they passed, Mabel couldn't get over how much stuff there was that she never even knew she was supposed to need.
Pulled out of her contemplation by the approaching zombie and him redirecting their course, Mabel silently listened to Mitch's change in seemingly irrelevant topic, tilting her head to the side curiously as he whispered (which didn't seem to suit him much.) Aware of the approaching zombie and slowly reaching for her pistol again as she wasn't too certain what Mitch was planning and not too trusting of his abilities yet, Mabel completely froze when Mitch reached his conclusion and the zombie hit the floor with a splatter and a busted skull.
So he wasn't quite so prissy as he appeared. "Oh," was all she managed to get out before a shivery exhale, staring at Mitch quite appreciatively. While the intense ending to that piece wasn't her favourite part, the cadenza prior to it the reason she kept the track on repeat, his swing and solid hit gave her a newfound appreciation not just for the crash of the percussion but his arms as well. "You know it?" Letting go of the cart and turning fully toward him, Mabel lightly brushed off a bit of gore from the front of his nice jacket. "You got a bit of... ah, this is soft," she commented while shamelessly running her fingers over the expensive material.