Kara's back stiffened and she sobbed, then slapped the camera off of the counter.  "Why the hell do you keep asking if I think this is a joke, bastard?"  She stepped up and poked her fingers into his shoulder with every period.  She wasn't striking pressure points, but the jabs were hard enough that he knew that even in this furious state she was controlling her blows.  "Four dead men just walked into my bathroom!  I don't need pictures of people being eaten shoved down my throat to know it's night of the living dead out there!  I don't know what military you're with but unless you've got full body armor in my size, I'm keeping my leathers.  I'm not going to get bitten by a rabid corpse because you couldn't control your men drooling over a girl in leather."