He growled, shaking his head. "Well, your choice. And I never offered to give you my bow, I was letting you admire it. It looks... friendlier somehow." His eyes dazed over a little bit, but eventually he came to, shaking himself out of it as she made her way towards the stairs.<br/><br/>"Where's the nearest pharmacist anyway? I'm getting low on morophine." He rubbed his arm, wondering if he had a fracture. Then he shuddered as he remembered what she said about the hospital. There was only one hospital here that was three days away. He used to come here, having a small place not far away. "I used to work at that hospital. That's where I learned those undead bastards were flammable. Had to blow up Harding, and Webb. Even the interns got turned in turn." With a shake of his head, he dispersed those memories. "Well, the fact of the matter is this. If we can clear out the hospital, we have power. Every hospital has it's individual, self reliant power grid should the main one fail. All medical centers have that going for them. We'd have medical supplies, and I know there are handsets in a lot of those supply closets. If I'm correct, there should be a HAM radio antenna on the roof." He restrapped the bow onto his back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.