She gives him a mildly alarmed look that even the sunglasses can't quite hide. Logically, she knows engaging in close combat with zombies isn't dangerous in the same way here as it is at home. You can get bitten, but getting spit at or blood on your clothes won't turn you, even if it gets in your bloodstream. But her instincts, honed over years of training, scream that fighting hand to hand with zombies will get you killed.

She also hasn't been able to bring herself to eat mammal meat. It's safe. Everyone says it's safe. But she's pretty sure she'd throw up if she tried it, and that'd be a waste of food.

"I'll stick with the weapon that keeps me out of biting range." But she nods, checking the safety one last time before heading towards the gate. "I've been around walking corpses my entire life. Believe me, ranged is better."