Jesse sniffs and tugs at the lapels of his new duster. Trying to shake of that brief moment of melancholy. "Can't blame 'em either, of course. Like I said, 'bout 90% of our world is overrun with critters what look like us. Real nasty zed problem. And I ain't gonna lie, a lot's changed for us too, bein' undead now." He shrugs.

"I guess what I'm tryna say is thanks for-...You know. For that too. Treatin' us kind and like anyone else."