R gave an uneasy grunt as Karis showed him her world-view like it was a shiny new toy she wanted to share with the rest of the class. It was angry, self-righteous. Reactive. Almost human, the "you kill me, I kill you first" thing like it was somehow personal. Like they were out to get her specifically.

Somehow this wasn't the turn he thought the conversation would take.

He didn't flinch as she slung a bony arm around his hunched shoulders as if they were long-dead pals, his head hanging low as he tried to process this. All R knew was he didn't like it. When the Living took pot shots at him, he knew it was because that was life, that was the world now, and he could live with that, up until one day they got lucky and re-killed him. He didn't try to pull away as Karis steered him away from the counter and then poked him in the chest with that sharp finger of hers.

"Have...some breath...er friends," R said stiffly, thinking of Julie. Howard, too, even if they just met. "Not...scum. We...eat. Not....make scream. It's wrong."

Could he suck any more at getting his point across? Because he'd heard every scream under the sun during hunts, but he wasn't trying to get it out of his meals either. Personally he hated hearing them screaming and crying in his face and the idea of Dead like Karis searching that out on purpose made him feel...weird. Like not cool. Maybe she's been a zombie too long? Most of them seem to give up, either stop moving or go the Boney-route, but her, she was different, taking it to a whole new level with her full sentences and gravelly voice.