[ This is not easy work, that's for sure. She's strong, but she can definitely feel this in her arms and back, but adrenaline is pushing her forward because like hell is she going to allow Apollo or herself to be eaten or mauled half to death. When she finally hits the final zombie down, she slams the chair down on it one last time to make sure it doesn't get back up.

Out of breath, she continues smiling, dropping the chair and shaking her arms out as if this is no big deal and there's absolutely nothing wrong when in fact there are so many things wrong with this situation. Happily, the magician returns his warm embrace, careful not to get him dirty -- between the mess thanks to the zombies and the dust from their search, she knows she must look like crap. ]

I'm glad to see you, too, Polly. I'm not hurt, are you? [ Turning her attention away from the corpses, she allows her gaze to fall on her red clad friend, giving him a quick once over to look for any obvious injuries. ]

I uh, couldn't find anything in the other room-- [ A notebook comes flying at them, and she lifts a hand to catch it, before hurling it back in the direction it came from. She's not in the mood for this crap right now. ] --and I'm not sure how big this place actually is... are you up to continue on, or do you want me to lock you in here for a bit and come back for you if I find something?