The gamer grimaces. "Well it definitely seems like no one is home upstairs, if ya know what I mean. They don't recognize loved ones or friends, and they attack with almost maniacal glee. They laugh like hyenas too.  What's worse, it almost seems as if they're a hive mind. If one goes down, the others go apeshit and frenzy after the person that took them down. Frankly I'm glad it's you fighting them and not me. I'll keep my zombie hunts in cyberspace, thank you."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the couple don't even notice Jessa depart as they become too wrapped up in looking at each other. At the counter, the clerk marvels at Rey being prepared enough to have a ten dollar coin in the local currency, though he is quite appreciative of the tip. "Thanks, Rey," he remarks as the weapons meets up with his partner.<br/><br/>At Sasha and Clawdia's table, the man in the business suit smiles and pulls up a chair. "I've found that the vocal ones make better company, but the quiet ones tend to notice things," he comments, taking a sip from his glass. "Edward Savage," he supplies, offering his hand for a hand shake.