"Not Bill Murray," Maria returned his grin with a sarcastic smile of her own. She didn't like the idea of getting attacked again, even if she was now prepared to handle it, somewhat, those things were damn strong and the only reason she could kill it, was that this Henry guy was distracting them.
"Joy," she sighed, "Thanks for the warning then. What else kills them beyond wood and fire?" She really didn't want to have to start carrying wooden stakes around because a flame thrower wasn't exactly inconspicuous.