[ If he minds the new name, he certainly doesn't look ready to say anything about it. He watches her work steadily, approving. She's efficient. It reminds him of humans he's known before.

He crouches next to the zombie once it's unquestionably dead, watching it closely, picking out the signs of battle and distress on the body. He even reaches out a gloved hand to pick up the wrist, turning it for a better look at the bloody, rotted remains of what looks like a human bite mark on its forearm. Only then does he look up again at Steph, a question in his eyes. Does she know anything about this? ]