He listens, polite and nodding occasionally, looking sympathetic. "All I really know about vampires was just from the movies and whatnot. And I got a survivor who's into books about 'em; y'know, the heavin' chest and ripped shirt kind." He says that in a conspiratorial whisper, like said fellow zombie might overhear. "So I don't know a whole lot other than that.

"Feels like we got a lot more in common than we thought, Ms...?"