"Right." Sherry could pick Claire out of dark room filled with zombies. A well-lit room filled with regular people should be a piece of cake. Well, should be, anyway. Sherry pursed her lips and looked around, when a sudden thought fought its way to the forefront of her mind.

"...Do you think she'll be mad I don't have her vest anymore?" she asked quietly, trying to quell the fear rising up in her chest as she looked over people she knew her parents would have classified as Do Not Go Nears. "All my little box had was my headband."