Snow is thin-lipped and moving stiffly, though no less quickly; if she could pin her ears back she would. The zombies are flooding the campus, especially as the dead humans pick themselves up slowly and join the flood, and there's a smell of something worse than rot underneath their reek that makes her want to snap at the air and whine. If they stay here she's sure they'll be mobbed.
"You are right," she says, turning about at the faster speed the mage hummed them into, "The- uh, the escape from fire, we can climb it." She's referring to a spindly metal structure attached to the side of one of the taller buildings, the path to which is unfortunately blocked with zombies- oh, but she's going to run that way regardless, knocking zombies over by kicking out their frail knees instead of killing them to save time. It does leave a lot of ankle-biting and even more slowly shambling zombies, so step lightly, fearless fellows.
To her credit, she doesn't run fast, and she checks back on the mre vulnerable members of the team to make sure they're still with her and not in need of rescue.