She makes a half-assed effort to tie her hospital gown back up for some semblance of modesty, pausing only to pick up the handgun she'd lost when the thing had attacked her. "Thing." Because she's not sure what it was, exactly. A sick person? A dead person? Something else? But she's not a scientist. Or a doctor. It's not her job to understand. Right now, all she wants to do is make it out. Then they can plan and figure out the rest.

"Fine. Lead the way."

She gestures with her weapon. Good thing she's a steady shot with both hands because it's clear by the way her other arm hangs limp at her side that she's done all she can with it for now.