Backing away because she certainly had more of an advantage over him the farther apart they were with his weapon having a limited range, Mabel brought her pistol up as proof of her having it and a warning that he stood no chance against her with just a bat, aiming directly at his head. "T," she answered blankly, not in the mood for any quizzes, and not understanding why he was asking unless he happened to be more lost than she was.
Getting a better look at the man, he's wasn't just not undead, but quite impressively dressed as well in a way that looked straight out of those fashion magazines she had grabbed at some gas station on the way there. Who wore a suit to get groceries, even before the world went to shit? Scrunching up her nose, Mabel giggled. "You some kind of fancy movie star?" she asked, wondering if she should ask for an autograph.