[ There it is again, something about being eaten. She seems sure that's going to be the result. His lips purse, but he otherwise ignores her input. The zombie, unfortunately, is beginning to look like it wants to prove her right. It nears him, stumbling step after stumbling step, gaining speed, and it's begun to click its teeth in a disconcerting way.

...No. This isn't something that can be spoken with. It's worse than an animal, mindless. The hand that he'd used a moment ago to stop her now changes to a beckon, a quick go ahead of permission. Whatever she was planning to do to 'knock its head off', he won't stop her. ]