Seras: Ugh…I’m a mess. All right, everyone, listen closely. There are bound to be refugees coming out of London.
I need you all to load up a couple of trucks with ammo and holy water. You’re going on a rescue mission.
Bob: Wait! Are you not coming with us?
Seras: Nope. I’m heading into the city. If there’s anything out there you can’t handle, I’ll take care of them on my way.