Elsie giggled. "Yeah. He does." Dr. Doom cawed, and flew off. "Bye Dr. Doom!" She called. Elsie smiled. "Do you know where the group is headed? I just got here..."
"I once had a crow bring me a gun. Don't know how it carried it. It was a small gun, but it was fairly hefty. But yeah, they bring buttons, bottle caps, coins, etc."
The crow allowed it. "Did you know that crows are actually family oriented? They are corvids, and are extremely smart. If humans suddenly died out, I think they would probably become the planet's dominant species." Elsie said, happy.
"I mean, probably. I'm not good with remembering specifics. At least not most of the time." She saw something in the distance, and her face brightened. "CROW!" She yelled, and sprinted away, can of dried crickets in hand.
She shrugged. "I don't remember. I was busy panicking. I thought the cyclops could teleport or something, cuz proofing into dust isn't how most things die."
"I have absolutely no idea! I stole it from a garage sale." She said. "I figured I needed something after... Well, yeah, I just figured I needed something." She finished awkwardly.
She frowned. "But Jenny said you need specific weapons to fight them. All I got is this." She said, fishing a swiss army knife out of her pocket. It looked like it had seen better days. And it had the name Jerry Richards on it.
The cyclops died with a loud scream(?), and poofed into dust.
She grinned "That's good. You're nice. You deserve a nice boyfriend... HOLY CRAP-" she said, startled as the cyclops poofed. "Where'd it go?!?! Do they teleport?"