With a sigh of relief Sylvia relaxes again keeping the sniper rifle he had handed her close at hand, just in case any of the undead decided they wanted to die. She had no where to go, so when he asked if they did she shook her head, responding quietly. "No I'm fine, I'm just a wanderer anyway." As a way to remain not bored Sylvia takes apart her pistol completely, placing all the pieces before her and cleaning them one by one, and if they hit a bump and any fall she catches it handily and easily.