"Well," she groans as she pries one end of the plank off, "you weren't stupid enough to think that I was an easy target and go after me. I'm not really the gratuitous massacre type, y'know? And until I can find my friend and the guy acting like he's her dad, it's better to find someone who isn't stupid to team up with while we figure out the area than to go it alone. As for why I'm giving you a weapon? 'Cause you'll do both of us a lot more good armed than not. Plank's not as good as a crowbar, but it'll do. And if it comes to that, I'm pretty sure I can outrun you."

She finally gets the plank off the door and tosses it toward him. "Anyway, I'm just a helpful type. Blind altruism'll get you killed, but goodwill is as good a survival skill as any. What, I need a reason to be friendly?"