[Cass looks mildly horrified at the gesture, and can feel her cheeks turning a dark shade of red. Great, a ten year old's managed to embarrass the hell out of her.]

Fine by me if you don't care.

[She mutters it, giving a roll of her eyes as she moves on ahead. There's the sound of movement off in the distance, a shuffling that has her on alert. They can chat still, but Cassandra wants to be ready to strike when the time comes.]

I only know about hard things because of this place. And I don't want you any worse off for coming here, so just...stay close and when the zombies get in close to us, you let me strike first. Got it?