[@Leo Khan]

(Oh for the love of hairy beavers)

"I think you need your brain checked-out, dummie," replied Nissa [i]aka[/i] Tundra. "Or didn't the skimpy suit and large rifle, not state that I am likely NOT front-line combat."

She quickly headed for higher ground, while muttering about stupid, beer-drinking redneck, schoolboy - along the way. She easily got some ground on that, climbing up one fire escape and getting a good radius check on them. "Okay. No zeds in the vicinity. Although, we have activity roughly five-hundred meters ahead."