Not even apologetic for the impending drama, Bobbi answered, "Yes," as if that was the only possible answer. It wasn't like Hammer had anything better to do. He wanted to help, he got to help. Didn't he have a robot for subduing bloodthirsty exes yet? Bobbi thought that kind of thing would fly off the shelves. See, she already did Hammer's job better than him and she'd only been here a few months.
"Since I don't know what this is, I'm not introducing anything else to her system, especially not paralytics," she noted, starting on her way and expecting Hammer to figure it out and follow if he had the brain power or bladder control to handle the procedure. "It's the old-fashioned way or a solid hit to the head, if that's what it takes. But I doubt that would make her go down. I'm not sure she's even awake," Bobbi explained as she went, then fell quietly thoughtful as she mused over her hypothesis. Hammer probably felt differently, but Bobbi was fairly certain that any zombie would want to take an extra big bite of his stewing brain, whether they had prior reason to hate him or not.