The fight or flight response was slightly alter in the blond. Instead it was fight or run somewhere with explosives and watch fire decimate your enemies. It was a natural response for runners to be jumpy. Whipping her head around Jenny looked for the person that the voice belonged to. Zombies couldn't talk but it didn't stop her from preparing to launch herself back into the trees.

As the voice, then words, registered she relaxed still she pulled herself back up into the tree branches. Balancing on tree branches was a past time she had taken up around ten. It had gotten her in trouble as a child. As a runner it had helped her out run murders.

Dropping down from one of the over hanging branches with a slightly guilty smile, " skipping breakfast."