Maybe that name had been applicable once, but now it seemed to be appreciably ironic to Bobbi. She was a sphinx, though, still studying Happy like she was looking for a good reason to pull the trigger until he gave her a taste of his sob story. They all had one of those now, it wasn't really something that he should have expected sympathy for, but she did finally lower her rifle and drop her gaze. "We're not done yet," she corrected.
Pointing in the opposite direction, toward the other neighbouring building, she instructed, "Get that board there, make a bridge." Just like she said, there was a plank waiting to be hoisted across the gap as if it had been placed there. Trusting the door to hold long enough even as the zombies inside began to crush against it, she crossed the roof to the front of the building where the greater mass was gathering, raising her gun to shoot randomly into the crowd, then twice, drawing even more their way. "Come on," she urged, jogging for their bridge and bouncing across it easily with the rifle over her shoulder.