"Yeah." Kate dropped the paint brush into the can and grabbed her bow before standing up. You know, just to be safe. "I figured it's time to move out while I still can." She walked over to the edge and pointed to the hoard of people who were now only infected shells of themselves. "Before it gets too crowded." There was no way in hell Kate was going to stick around for that. She snorted. "That, and my roommate converted over to cannibalism. Can't see it working out anymore."
Bumping her bow lightly against her leg, Kate watched silently at Spider-Man. The wariness hadn't left her eyes--obviously she didn't think he was a zombie, zombies didn't talk and offer to help, but...this was the first real human interaction she had in a while that wasn't with her zombie sister, so there was still a pang of uncertainty in her gut. Like maybe this wasn't really happening at all, maybe her mind was only playing tricks on her.
"I was actually thinking about going to the Tower," Kate finally said. "I imagine that's the 'safest' place to be these days. Is it?" She stepped away, glancing over her shoulder. He was still an Avenger, wasn't he? She cast him an expectant glance before making her way over to the crappy radio she found and gave it a tap. "The stupid thing gave out. I'm a tad out of touch with the news these days." Something told her she wasn't missing much.