Rachel smirked and said, "Don't worry hun, I won't sneak a feel on ya if you don't want it."  She headed up the stairs, slowly pushing the door open and peeking through.  She saw nothing but dead zombies, so she shouldered the door open more against the weight of bodies against it and looked around.  She saw the girl, Naomie, there with what looked like a fucking katana.  Now THAT was stereotypical, "Oh fuck. Next thing you know we'll have an Italian come out the door carrying pasta or some shit."<br/><br/>She stood up and headed towards Naomie, "Hey, sword girl, give the blade a rest.  We're not gonna fuck you up unless you ask nicely or turn out to be one of these zombie freaks."