She decides to not go into explaining the cat thing, how she bought one cat and took it into her home to find some way to plug up the lonely hole in her life, how it snuck into the wall and so her dumbass friends tried to lure it out by filling the wall with more cats, how the end result of her attempt to make her apartment a home was a wall full of animal carcasses sealed in with rubber cement and plywood. It's just a lot to get into, and it's depressing, and there are more pressing concerns than Sweet Dee's slow and unsuccessful descent into lonely cat lady-dom.

"You're not picking me up." Dee says that with the sort of hiss that suggests that good idea or not, if he tries to save her life that way she'll claw his eyes out.

She grips the plank tighter, holding it over her shoulder like a too-thick baseball bat. The gorilla kid seems under the impression that Dee hitting whatever it is in the head would only stun it; Dee's fairly certain that her freakish upper body strength will result in whatever it is losing its head at the neck.

But she isn't going to tell him that; he wants to leave their options open in terms of taking the threat alive, and Dee's already resigned herself to assuming everything in this godforsaken ghost town deserves to get decapitated with prejudice. So she nods at him.