Back in my home, there is nothing like this. But I am used to living in the woods. There is nothing like any of this there. But like you, I am used to killing. I was just responsible for a different kind of target.

[She hears the sound of something creeping up around the corner from behind them and spins around. On instinct she takes aim and hurls the machete at the creature, the blade coming in contact with its head.]

Do not wait for me if you feel you should keep moving.

[And she hurries to go retrieve her weapon, while finishing off the creature at the same time. She glances around to see if there are more, and catches sight of a small handful headed her way.]

Or on second thought, perhaps hurrying is in order!

[She wipes her blade off on a nearby lamp post before running as fast as she can in the opposite direction.]

We should take shelter nearby.