Freya rolled her eyes as she once again extended her fingers into long dangerous looking claws. "Maybe we can get into it later."

What is being appropriate?

"At some point I'm making you carry shit for me too." She turned towards the path in front of them and jogged. It was easier to keep her steps quiet without wearing shoes but she was restricted by her clothing and she was waiting for that to be an issue. She could see the hospital in view and of course, there were at least three of the clown zombie things shambling around in front of it.

Like god damn guard dogs.