Of course, as she speaks, his own eyes fall to her shield, his brows lowering a bit to flirt with almost being a scowl. She so effortless attacked the thing earlier, disarming it as she did. Certainly killing it wouldn't be that taxing!

"Yes, I do suppose we arrre adequately unarrrmed, arrren't we? Surrrely, neitherrr of us have anything here that could prrrove to be used in means of lethal perrrsuasion."

He says. Staring at her shield. Pointedly. But he lets his gaze fall to the zombie again, and he shrugs, giving her a dismissive wave of his hand, "Cerrrtainly the only solution is to lock the foul thing in a closet as you prrroposed, where it will rrrattle the door all night long. At least we won't have to worry about being nibbled, at the sacrrrifice of our sleep!"