Henley shook her head. “I must’ve missed out on something. But Holy Water...” She trailed off, giving it a little bit of thought. “What’s roaming out there? Demons? Vampires?” Henley’s eyebrows raised slightly. Back home she would have been a little more skeptical. Even magic back home had a practical, logical explanation. Vampires and demons were not issues people dealt with on a regular basis. Here, though, Henley was a little more open minded in this place where people arrived via time-traveling magic.
She’d been so focused on the possibility of supernatural creatures existing that she’d almost forgot about the issue at hand, her arm. The stinging, burning pain that came with properly cleaning it caught her slightly off guard. Henley winced, biting down hard so as to not let out an embarrassing yelp of pain. Back home she was working with men, too, and though they never said anything on the topic she always felt a need to be a little tougher than she actually did. It had something to do with fitting in with a masculine crowd. Here Peter was only one man compared to the act back home that had three, but it made no difference.
“I really hate zombies. Not that I ever actually liked them, but now? Hate. Seething hate.” She smirked a little, though her words were the absolute truth.