She might have been annoyed at his amusement if there weren't more pressing needs in place. Didn't these things multiply like crazy? She couldn't remember. She'd never been a fan of horror movies - even cheesy ones - possibly because her mom had been in the grandaddy of all cheesy horror films.

"Gotta bat?" She asked in reply. Chances were there wasn't one lying around, but they could use what they had. She had been resourceful when she needed to be. Unless they just set the kitchen on fire, but that probably was a last resort kind of move.

She looked up and down the hall before moving to a nearby closet and opening it. She reached up and pulled down a shelf, coughing as dust fell on her. She gripped it with both hands and took a practice swing. It wasn't a bat, but it'd have to be good enough. At least until they got into the kitchen and there was something better.

"Okay," she said, coming back to stand beside him. "Ready."