It's not the worst place she's been in, not by a longshot. While she's scoping the train out, she glances behind her a couple of times to watch the zombie try to squeeze his way in. Oh. Hadn't thought of that. She suppresses another laugh, a hint relieved he finally makes it in. Would've really sucked to watch him get stuck in the opening. She counts the broken windows, the ones which have just enough broken shards to still be a hard way to break in. Easier to break out. Kick the remaining glass and it'd all fall out.

She picks her head up to follow his gaze, a look of satisfaction crossing her mind. There you go, she thinks, surprised that maybe she's all up for trying to get him, you know. Kickstarted. Into being something a little closer to Living. Weapon. Makeshift, but it's totally better than nothing. A nice clock on the head from even some pipe is gonna get a lot of people down and out.

"It'll work." She really hopes he's stronger than his spindly frame looks. Looks like it's been loosened by the crash, so that might be in her favor. She motions him to grab it first, then she follows behind. A couple of tugs give them an unsettling creak and the whole train kind of swaying under them, but at least she ends up on her ass with a sizable chunk of damn metal in her lap.

"Awesome." Well. Part of the plan's sealed. Now the rolling in her stomach is making itself more obvious. "Now if we can find water and food before I starve to death, we'll be doing really good."