[Oddly enough, Kay seems to take the weapon's disappearance in stride, just checking the power levels on his own shotgun. As he is, one of the dogs (the local dogs, the big dogs, the ones that violently defend their masters) comes around the corner of a building to stare at them.]

[Then it grabs one of the zombie bodies and picks it up in strong jaws, and drags it off.]

[At least nothing goes to waste.]

[Still freely offering information, Kay adds-] Those get way more attached to their owners than Earth dogs do. Convince 'em they like you and they'd tear through anything that came at you. [Kay just can't get attached to animals, knowing the asshole alien dog that he does.]