Joe considers the options. The fridge would be sturdier and harder to damage, but it would take time and effort to move, even for the two of them. "We can get the plywood up faster and with less work. He peeks out the window and sees a bird diving towards someone outside. It's a clear shot, so he takes it, and what was a dive turns into a fall as the monster bird hits the ground in a crumpled heap.

"Fridge would take too long to move. We'll use the plywood." It's quick and dirty, but it'll get the job done. He disengages from the window, and steps back, keeping the revolver pointed towards it as he moves away. There's a definite sense to the way he moves that suggests, appearance aside, military training.

"Where in the garage?"