Picking up the device from the floor and slinging it onto his back, Venkman followed her out the door. "Right behind you, Gwen."
He barely had time to take a reading when he noticed the shaft of an arrow protruding from his shoulder. "Ah!" he exclaimed, suddenly noticing the wound. "Dammit. I survive a zombie apocalypse only to get skewered by the Gerber baby." However, there didn't appear to be any real pain. In fact, if felt kind of pleasantly tingly.
He looked over at Gwen in a mild daze. "Say something else Welsh. I love that accent."