A weapon? Chloe almost laughs, but doesn’t. “I’m really not… I’m not exactly the fighting type.” Any skill in that arena has never been part of her programming. She can be quite handy with a kitchen knife when it comes to slicing and dicing but that would be the extent of it.

Still, she searches for something that might make her vaguely useful if they’re going to have to face the corpses. “The heels could, you know, stab?” she offers, holding up the shoes in the hand not clasping his. The phrase ‘you could take an eye out with those’ might be disturbingly apt. Not a patch on being able to launch fireballs, though.

“The fire you can create… Can it encircle us?” She has no idea how magic – or what she figures must be magic – works but nothing ventured, nothing gained.