Irene caught some vibes like he'd caught this guy off guard. Good. She smirked slightly as she ignited some gas and heated up some oil. "I don't know where your weapons are. You're in my damn house because I found you laying in my yard. I'm just some delinquent who got out of trouble when the zombies came out. I helped you because..." Wow, that was a good question. She ended up just shrugging and laughed a little. "Because my stupid conscience made me. But I'm starting to regret it. That dumb ol' conscience, you know? It'll get you every time."