What she really meant flew over his head like a lot of things these days did. Maybe when R was alive, he would've caught it, went "ah-ha" and then had the most amazing, smartest conversation with her in the history of ever. She wouldn't know what hit her. Now? Not so much. The fact he still managed syllables was a miracle. R's blank face didn't exactly light up on the subject of elevators, but it did make a good effort to twitch into something like an expression.

Someone with a hobby like his! Yes!

"Me too!" R tried to make his moan sound excited. "They're...great. Always moving."

R didn't know what else to say about them that didn't boil down to that. He'd been making it a habit to ride the escalators and conveyors back at the airport whenever he could, every day, and they were almost, he didn't know, relaxing. R had an Idea. He turned toward the Living woman, his corpse's hand coming up as he tried to maneuver it in front of him. Aw, look, the zombie wanted to shake.

"Rrrr. R," he clarified, shoving that hand at his new elevator partner. "You?"