That's a what, now? Sunshine glances down at the corpse and immediately regrets it, hastily averting her gaze with a strangled little groan. You know what, fine. Whatever. If Asmodia wants to call it a zombie, it's a zombie; she's not going to argue inter-universal semantics. All that matters from her perspective is that it isn't a vampire, and therefore isn't all that... assailable. Not with the paltry weapons she possesses.

"I have a, um... counter-affinity," she admits, keeping her voice to a low mumble as they start down the street. "Means I won't need a hex, I can just... use my hands." She hopes she won't have to about as badly as she hopes that, should more enemies insist on lurching out of the shadows, they have the decency to be something she can stop. "And I can transmute," she adds as an afterthought. It seems like a feeble skill in this scenario, like, what is she going to do, turn her knife into a chainsaw? Even if she could without knocking herself unconscious, she's pretty frigging positive she's incapable of doing battle.