Archer had expected something of the bump in the night variaty, but what she hadn't exactly been prepared to see was dead bodies.  They agitated her far more than she thought they would, but the only sign that she was really rattled was the slight twitch in her left hand, and a noticable thinning of her lips, as she pressed them closed tightly, in thought.<br/><br/>She did listen intently as Wagner spoke, soaking up the details, only half disbelieving of the autopsy findings.  She, better than anyone, knew how precarious carbon dating and the like could turn out to be, especially if it wasn't done correctly, or if even a small mistake had been made.<br/><br/>"<strong>So what are we talking about here, Zombies?</strong>"  She wanted to laugh at her poor excuse of a joke, and her voice did indeed hold a tiny hint of nervouse humor, but than she realized, that it was completely possible that they were talking about the walking undead, and wasn't that just barmy as hell.