"Zombies." she echoed slowly, incredulously--and with a pang of wistful fondness, because Stiles would probably have freaked out. With glee or with fear, she honestly couldn't have said.

"Right." She sighed, shaking her head...then growing quiet, because if there were zombies...

"...are there any werewolves here?" she asked, trying to sound casual. It was always possible, there was always hope...