"Geez." Monosyllabic, but enough to convey the anxiety at the thought. There's no person there any more, just hunger. If Ava looks uncomfortable at what is said, it quickly disappears, masked again as she turns to look at Deacon, then at the building.

"Sounds good. Head on up and I'll find someplace a little safer to start picking them off once they're headed towards you." She checks how many shots she has until she needs to reloads, counts and memorizes, and then takes the safety off of the gun. "Yell if you think you need to book it out of there. I'll make sure I get you some time and we can regroup if necessary." She just has to worry about bites...which won't be too bad. If she needs to, she can pull up a shield to keep them off of her. Deacon's her primary concern. "Let's just hope nothing else hears our shots."