Vinnie nodded as Frank spoke - what he described did fall into his personal definition of strength, which admittedly was already quite broad to begin with. It made sense. "Yeah, I get that."

The people in the elevator left swiftly, looking as though they too were just as sick of waiting as the two men outside the doors.

"A good eye'd get you through a fight better too," agreed Vinnie, entering the elevator. He'd never experienced a zombie breakout, of course, but it was key even in one on one battles. Maybe this Frank did know a thing or two worth teaching.