"Oh, don't be so stupid," Sherry pulled herself up to her full (admittedly unimpressive) height and put one hand on her hip. "This might be scary, but what kind of boy sits in a corner and cowers." Hey, if she could hide and run away from zombies, a little mist should be no problem for a boy. "So," Sherry walked over her little feet stomping across the wood, "get. up."