Naomie walked along after damien realizing they'd need to clean all these up sooner or later. As they got back to the first floor and he made his snide remark "sure....i'll aim right for the jugular for ya" she remarked a smirk forming on her lips. she dashed forward unsheathing the katana as its blade bit into the neck of one zombie getting a high pressure spray of blood to coat the wall. each target suffered a similar fate as she sped by them. finally there wasn't a single one left and the only real thing standing was naomie staring at blood red walls. "there one red portrait" she remarked and sloshed the blood off the blade."  She really did enjoy killing things but the thought of making him happy kind of made her happy as well. she didn't understand this feeling but didn't really care at the moment. She strolled back over to him "there now what next megane-san?" her voice was soft as she added this last part.