[ She walks alongside him steadily, eyes scanning their surroundings as they talk, her military precision at odds with the casual tone. ]
You can't out-think a zombie. You can't talk to it, or get it to tell you the plan. There isn't a plan. You just have to shoot it and hope it stays down.
[ And Natasha can manage that well enough, but it isn't her wheelhouse, isn't what she was made for. She'd prefer something understandable to manipulate, not a horde of brainless undead. The sheer impossibility of the situation makes her twitchy. ]
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[ She walks alongside him steadily, eyes scanning their surroundings as they talk, her military precision at odds with the casual tone. ]
You can't out-think a zombie. You can't talk to it, or get it to tell you the plan. There isn't a plan. You just have to shoot it and hope it stays down.
[ And Natasha can manage that well enough, but it isn't her wheelhouse, isn't what she was made for. She'd prefer something understandable to manipulate, not a horde of brainless undead. The sheer impossibility of the situation makes her twitchy. ]