Once she was sure the zambies had all been culled and no more were coming, Tonx lets out a groan and collapses to her knees, exhausted by all the action and adrenaline from the past number of minutes. She feels her neck, arms and face. No bites. Good. She goes into a kneeling position and looks up at the two of them. She sighs at Alex'a comment, "all bark and no bite..." She huffs. Despite not showing it, she too was in disbelief about those two. At one look of those zambies, they head for the hills, leaving someone like herself to defend herself and her friends. Yes, she considers Alexander and Kennedy her friends. They had proved themselves worthy of her trust; something that is not easy to get from the likes of Tonx.
She looks in the direction of the pair and let's out a low hum of disapproval. She didn't want to be cocky as this was just a fluke in her mind but the fact that someone with no firearm experience and suffering severe arthritis could take down those things while two people who clearly have much experience and are superior in physical strength would run away at the sight of them.
She lets her chin drop onto her chest, totally exhausted and feeling as though all energy had been drained. She opens one eye to look up at Kennedy who suggested a drink. She didn't drink an awful lot but in this situation she actually thinks it might do her some good. The thing running through her mind was how far it was.
After a few moments of deep, almost meditational breathing, she goes into a sitting position and starts scratching Trooper and Hunter behind their ears. She didn't think she had the strength to stand back up but after a few minutes of sitting down and breathing she should be ok to go.