Survivors like her bring in a mixed reaction; she tends to feel more comfortable around them for a variety of reasons, but also more wary for the same reasons. Survivors - even Jesus, with his big blue eyes and his soft smile, his eagerness to help - are survivors because they play for keeps, they're ready to be fucked over and to fuck someone else over if that's what's necessary. They don't share well as a rule, and they're slow to trust and quick to the kill.

Some more than others of course, and she's at least curious. "That'd be the first I've heard of anyone remotely similar. The undead, too?" She doesn't even know what answer she's hoping for, here.

"I grew up in Dallas. It was a pretty big city, couple million people, so it's all come back pretty fast. But I don't... like it, anymore."