[She wrings her hands nervously, chewing on her bottom lip as she stares out into the fog, trying really hard to ignore the blood and gore splattered against the window. Nothing's seemed fit to breech the mall, but Petunia knows better than to let herself get lulled into a false sense of security. Her brother would never let her live it down if she got too comfortable too quickly like that.]

That's... probably good, right? [That it's thinner, she means. If the things came with the mist, maybe they'll leave with it too?

She does a quick double-take and a loud squawk of] What!? [When he talks about going out there, though she moves on autopilot to take the watch, fumbling with it in her alarm] Are you insane!? Do you have a death wish!? Did you not see the monster thing fling a- a body into the windows?!