Adja had already been silently motivating herself to get outside. Normally she would have holed herself up further into the shack and vowed not to face the horrible things that came with fresh air and sunlight. It was a prayer, but not to any god. It was to herself. Praying to someone you couldn't see did nothing if you didn't do anything about it yourself. But that's the way that mantras and prayers and the like worked: you stop thinking about it and it allowed you to move forward. Me as ek het force quand je n'en niemand... she repeated over and over in her mind, occasionally letting it slip past her lips, but otherwise she was silent.

Martin took a more direct approach. "So... you're saying that we have the chance to stay here while you and Patches go out and face a hoard of demon zombies trying to find an internet connection?" His face twisted into a smirk. "For real? I mean... I ain't exactly like... I dunno... an expert on survival tactics, but I seen a LOT of horror films. Know what I learned? You don't split up in a zombie apocalypse. That's how the zombie hoard gets so big: some douche is like 'Imma go mow 'em all down on my own,' and sooner'n you know it he's all 'BRAAAAINZ' and then you've got the world's biggest undead douchebag." Somewhere along the line, he was pretty sure he lost track of his mission statement. "I ain't stayin' here and missing out on an opportunity to kick some ass."

During Martin's monologue, Adja had faded back into the hallway and retreated to the study. If she was going to be leaving, for she had already made up her reluctant mind, she would need to be prepared for anything. She grabbed a bag and began stuffing it with every travel-ready book on how to ward off 'evil,' regardless of whether or not they had any basis in reality. Oh, what was reality anymore? She prepared salt and sage and anything that she knew for certain would work, but quickly before this wavering moment of bravery left her, and returned to the others, lips tight and ready.