They were nazi zombies, right? Didn't matter, they all ended up dead anyway. Though the game was more suited towards crisps and pop, coffee worked too. And even though she didn't know it, she appreciated Miles keeping away from anything stronger. It was hard for her not to fall into bad habits and other people doing them only made her weaker. Miles was a good guy for it.
"Miles," She said as she shot one in the head with a sniper rifle as it tried to claw through a barricade. "If these are nazi zombies, are the zombies actually like undead nazis?" she moved to rebuild the barricade "Or are they just normal zombies who happen to have been nazis?" And she wasn't even high when she thought that up.