Liz sighs, cracking her neck before she jumps down to retrieve the kitchen knives she dropped. She turns quickly and embeds both knives in the zombie, one in the neck and one in the forehead. Liz pulls a disgusted face as the zombie falls off the stage with a thug and another inhuman gurgle.

"Now, are we done?" Liz pauses, shaking her head. She really doesn't consider herself a 'pregnant woman', especially when there's zombies about. She's an agent, a protector and she's going to do her job any way she can. Add to that the fact that other person up there in the most important people in the world to Liz, and father to who will probably be the most important person to her, and Liz gets...well...she gets a bit carried away.

"We need to be done," She says in a tired tone as she makes her way over to Owen, resting her head on his shoulder for support, not caring one bit about the bits of stripper and stripper clothes stuck to him. "Because, I'm gonna throw up or something and we should see if everyone else who was here got out OK." She looks around the club and smiles weakly. "I didn't even have to burn anyone." She sounds so very proud of that fact.