Heh, I'm not sure if I should be impressed or terrified at this point.

[Let's go with the former, because he's starting to wonder just what metal-as-heck self defense this girl goes to.

Brushing some of the straw out from under his shirt that the scarecrow managed to get down his collar, he looks back up to see the grin on her lips. He has to say, there's something...otherworldly about that face of hers right now.]

...Uh yeah, who COULDN'T?

Pretty hard to miss we're all in some kind of B-rated horror movie...