A small yell that sounded disappointingly like a squeak came from her lungs as she spun around at the rather loud and unexpected crash. Then she frowned. Had she not just repaired that shelf? No, it had been the one next to it, and that one had been perfectly fine.
It must have been more unstable than it had looked, she decided. With a shrug, she crossed her arms, nodded, blinked, and put the shelf back in order. Pleased with her progress thus far, she moved closer to be sure that the next shelf would not come down in a moment and startle her again. She had very nearly jumped out of her own skin, which was, after all, entirely possible for a genie.
Though rather unpleasant.
But as she drew close, she saw that the reason the shelf had fallen was because someone had knocked it down. Her eyes scanned him very quickly, looking for the signs she had come to recognize as symptoms of the zombie cold. But his skin was pink and healthy, he seemed alert, he was neither drooling nor moaning listlessly. Yes, he seemed fine. Other than hiding in a store. Poor man. He must have been very frightened of the others. Jeannie spoke to him very gently to prevent scaring him further.
“It is alright,” she crooned softly. “Do not worry, it will not be long before everyone is well again. You may come out.” A sweet smile lit her face as she added, “I will keep you safe.”