Zoey drifts up next to Zhi, and readies her weapons, ready, willing and able to [s]ventilate some nerds[/s] provide security for her team.
She gives her chainsaw a few swings to get the gore from the last batch of gangers out before hanging it from her belt.
<I gotcha, don't worry about it. I ain't gonna let some pasty fuckers loot my buddies. Turn ya into paste first.>