Allison, still looking half asleep, had gotten out of bed and pulled on a pair of terrycloth sweatpants, which, combined with the oversized flannel shirt she was already wearing, made her pretty well dressed.  She pulled on her sneakers and gave Taylor a long-suffering look -- or rather, gave the machete in Taylor's hand a long-suffering look.  "To kill things?  No.  But let's go see what's going on."