[ Blake can't help but laugh, a half-grin lightning her normally somber expression. ]

I don't know, actually. I don't think I've even seen garlic here, so I wouldn't know if I'm allergic. I hope not; I love garlic.

[ She folds her wings around her shoulders like a protective cape, lingering in the doorway. From here, she can see machinary on the wall of the room -- though she can't really tell what it does, it's still intact, which means it can be scavenged and potentially used for parts to fix the convoy's shield generator. ]

I guess I'll have to test that out sometime. That, and the whole thing with crucifixes.