Ellen nods, shouldering the hose she'd found. "Sure, lead on." She tucks her hands into her pockets, still holding onto the gun. "You know if we have any rice around? Quickest way to make alcohol is to use it. It'll probably send half the folks blind, but we'll have it for volunteers only."

Her eyes still look around, waiting for the telltale growl, or shift in the air. She doesn't believe for a second that there aren't hellhounds around here. Not for a second.