Now that the worst of the zombie epidemic was over, George decided to leave the undead wrangling to the publicity-hungry professionals. Venkman and Liz had been pretty kind to George and the reaper certainly didn't need the attention or the recognition. So she stepped into the renovated firehouse with not one but two hypospray devices all filled up with zombie curing goodness.
She stepped up to the receptionist desk and avoided making eye contact with the woman behind the desk. "Is Peter Venkman in? I have some stuff to drop off..."