[ He watches the knife curiously, until he realizes the intent. Ew. His lips twist slightly, but he can guess the intention behind it, and it's a necessary acquisition. His eyes are back on hers again for the explanation, short as it is, and... that does sound slightly familiar. Zombies. There's a more pressing curiosity now, though.

He sets that wrist down again, surprisingly gentle, and drops his hand to the dirt below the body. In a few quick moves, he writes: ] We?