Just a tad breathless, running on almost pure adrenaline Cora replied "Fine." She was getting covered in the things' blood she realized without quite comprehending it. Once she did she'd be desperate for a shower or new clothes or to chop off all the hair that had even touched any blood or guts or bodily fluid. She usually wasn't bad about blood, she'd never been the least bit squeamish, but it was somehow different being covered in the blood of she'd killed. And just that thought made her skin crawl. That she was killing things that might have once been people with lives, and families, and dreams.
But now was not the time or place for such thoughts. Right now she needed to survive, and all her mind could focus on was that. Aim, throw, survive. Later on when the threat was over, when they were safe again (and God please let them be safe again soon) she'd think about it. When the threat was over she would cry for them, and ask for forgiveness for what she'd had to do. All she could hope was that they'd find peace now, that if they were once human that they'd be happier not having to live as monsters.