Kate and her boxes of ammo walk up to the woman at the desk.

"Take those up to Andy, would you hon?" the woman says, before looking up. "Oh, you're not Tom, sorry about that. Name's Helen Bannerman, Sheriff to you. Welcome to Kingsmouth. Or what's left of it, at any rate."

There sure does not seem to be much left of Kingsmouth, not that there was much of Kingsmouth to begin with. Naomi manages to refrain from saying either of these things out loud.

"I'd ask if you're here to help, but at this point we need the help whether or not you're offering." The Sheriff sighs. "Geez, that sounds a lot worse than I thought it would. But we really would appreciate the kindness. I'm not fool enough to think that's why you're here, but the worst you can say is no, right?" She offers up a thin smile.

Kate nods immediately, not even glancing at Naomi.

Naomi shrugs and echoes the nod.

"Great. Thank you. You're a godsend." She looks relieved, though no less tired. "The way I figure, we could do a lot better if we could see what's coming before it bites us on the... neck. We've got a few security cameras, but they're for in here and the parking lot, not down the street. If you could hoof it down to the Mining Museum and grab some spare cameras from their basement, I'd be much obliged. We can call it, uh, requisitioning. I can't think of anyone who'd make much of a fuss, 'cept for old Harbinger out by the docks, and she died last year anyway."

Given the town's current troubles, are they really sure that'd stop her from objecting? Naomi manages, barely, to sit on this remark too. It would probably be insensitive or something. Instead she nods again.

"It's just down this first street here. You gals look like you can handle yourselves but I don't want you getting hurt on our account, so if the going gets tough, the tough need to get going, you hear me?" The Sheriff's attention shifts away from them, to someone just coming in the door. "Oh, Tom, you're back, good--"

Kate doesn't bother saying goodbye, just gives a half-assed salute, checks to make sure Naomi's still paying attention, and jerks her head in the direction of the door. She does at least wait for Naomi to start moving first, aware that between the silence and the Illuminati schtick, she's probably coming off as kind of an asshole. Unfortunately, both of them have bigger problems.

Naomi seems perfectly alert and cheerful about all this. Out the door she goes.

The street outside is relatively calm, if you don't count the piles of gore and occasional mostly-intact bodies scattered over the asphalt. A few groups of people crouch and dig at the ground or decaying flesh -- correction: a few groups of zombies. They're not people anymore. Luckily, they're few and far between enough that Kate can pick out a path down the street that avoids most of them. She points it out to Naomi, then decides to give speaking a shot.

"Any... healing?" Well, it was words, at least. The smell of ocean and death grounds her, drives the buzz from her mind, but she's still only had a few months' practice walking and chewing gum, as it were.

"I... think so?"

Oh boy, more talking. Damn bees. "Show me?"

She does the magic umbrella thing to herself.

"Sanctuary," Kate provides, then casts it on herself. Her golden umbrella is a bit thicker and more distinct than Naomi's, but not overwhelmingly so. At least the new kid won't die immediately. Kate remembers her first death. It wasn't much fun. Her anima form always makes her feel like she has a head cold. "Ready?"

Nod.

Kate sets off down the street, skirting the groups of human remains (all kinds). About halfway down the block, there are zombies on either side of the street, so Kate picks the side they're already on and shoots one of them in the head. It goes down. The other three turn on Kate and Naomi.

Tra la la, botherin' zombies.

Aware that she's supposed to be training Naomi, and confident enough in her own ability should things go south, Kate steps to the side, out of the way, and waits to see what Naomi will do.