Beggars, choosers, etc. Theo at least has the good manners to turn a little before flicking the maggoty goo off her face and arms. The crowbar gets leaned against a nearby wall as she carefully peels off her long, elbow-length gloves and wrings them out.

"I'm just as lost as you are, buddy," she snips, shaking the gloves a couple times before pulling them back on with a grimace. "But it stands to reason that if this is the welcome committee, the rest of this place is just as fucked up."