"Serena van der Woodsen, senior," the thing was, she had very little practical weaponry experience. It was part of why she was here. "I'm deadly with a field hockey stick, and I've been to a firing range, and know how to fence. It's probably not going to get me far, but in a zombie apocalypse?" She winced, realizing how lame she likely sounded, "I'd be the girl going for the kneecaps. Don't knock field hockey until you've played it."