[Dean blinks. This is... a surprise. The confusion clears from his expression long enough for him to study Rhade for a second from an altogether different side of his personality - one he hasn't shown very much of.]
Alright. Any sorta special ammo? Silver, iron? Or will just plain lead do the trick?
[Seeing as how he doesn't think her gravebed is anywhere nearby, nor any packs of wild dogs likely to be available.
Fucking zombies, man.]
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