Kyza barely flinched as he heard the final shot; somehow, he had expected it. Looking over his shoulder, he was amazed to see the young Brayden on her feet, instead of cowering in the corner like a scalded dog. Without really thinking about it, he gave her a small smile, noticible, but only if she were to be really looking. Hoping it would ease her nerves and keep him from being distracted, he drew his sword, just in case of an infected attack.<br/><br/>"No doubt they're safe," he said to her, "as these infected are slow and fragile. Hardly a threat, except in a swarm. Doubtful that's to be the case in a store; damn things would have to have been infected in the store and "died" there for them to be inside. Otherwise, they'd pull their arms off opening the damn door." For some odd reason, he hoped his words calmed the young woman.