It took a lot of energy for Renata not to smack him for the name calling. Mason wasn’t the friendliest person, she knew that rationally, but he was still her family. “If that’s what you call him, then yes,” she replied, more terse than was typical for her. She could just about imagine how Mason was dealing with people lately, and it wasn’t an entirely cheerful thought. Part of her almost wondered if it wasn’t Phillip in control lately, but she wouldn’t have an answer to that unless she made it to the shop. “How else are we supposed to get in?” Climbing buildings seemed like a lot of energy to waste. “Last I checked none of us could fly.” Although that would be a very useful trait these days. “I could. Or at least get a good start on it.” She smirked. “That’s assuming you have toiletries at all.”
He had a comeback for everything. “I doubt they’d have my size,” she deadpanned. There was a little bit of truth to that though. “It would mean altering something to fit, and I don’t reckon I know if you’re worth that trouble just yet.” She snorted softly at the statement. “I didn’t offer my cupboard space to you, mate. Except all this cupboard talk has me thinking about Jurassic Park now.” Random, yes. “You know, that bit where she climbs into the kitchen cupboard.” Maybe he didn’t.
And the smile was kind of nice. Not too many people smiled these days. Except she was pretty sure he was smiling because she was pouting, and that was just a little condescending? Was that right? Maybe? “Of course you would,” she became a little less defensive with the knowledge of his name, “Leo.” It kind of fit. “Renata, in case you were wondering.” Because she was only Ren to her friends and family, and he didn’t quite fit either of those. Except maybe he would? Despite her obstinance to agree he was nice, she could admit to herself that he was decent company. “Well sure, but they’re more likely to start knife fights.” Or shoot outs. Either way it would either be closer to a prison riot or a cowboy showdown. Neither of which sounded all that fun to be stuck in.
“Sorry, I’ll be better.” Or she’d try to be. She was probably pushing her luck with the insults by now. Wearing out her welcome, or something close to it. “No guarantees though.”
Chewing her lip, she tried to think of the best way to say cannibals, until she finally just decided to blurt it out. “Cannibals.” It sounded so horror movie to say it out loud, even though the term had been thrown around the hotel like it was common place, even if it was in hushed whispers. “Don’t really know why they did it.” Or she didn’t want to think about why was more accurate.
“The zombies, yeah. And some of the people around the hotel and beach huts that were doing death-defying things for fun.” It was on impulse that she stuck her tongue out at him. “Piss off,” she said without any real heat. “I have mates on multiple continents, and some of them happen to be here.” Judah wasn’t dumb enough to ride the stiffs, so she shook her head on that one. “Repelling off the roof, more like. While trying to get a couple headshots in.” He’d made sure that there weren’t any people in the line of fire before he tried that one though.
She hadn’t actually expected him to get close to the mark. It made her chew her lip to hide her surprise. And she was thrown by the fleeting proximity, but covered it pretty well, she thought. “You some kind of shrink?” More believably he was just good at reading people. “Is that an invite to make my day-to-day more exciting?” Maybe he’d be someone that could get her to Mason.