He looks back at the entrance he came from; Cutter's gone, probably gone down below to sulk and fuss at losing one of his beloved knives, even if just for the time being. He's not the most rational guy, which lends credence to what Lily's saying.

"Weeelllll...There's this fancy thing in this here place that keeps people from harmin' another body. So no one's gonna hurt you if you get close. And y'all can always swing by and ask for me! But my folk are the skittish kind. I'll let 'em know there's a nice blonde missy who'll treat us fair, but don't take it wrong if they don't warm up right away. We've been...tested before."

He sighs. His poor Rotten.

"Barrin' that, we can still get home through there and we've made sure there ain't gonna be no zed comin' up and makin' a mess here. So don't fret none about that."