Somehow stuff like that hadn't crossed R's decayed mind...or maybe it had, he'd tossed it around, had it discarded when another day bled into the next like everything else turned to gray. He couldn't remember. Either way, R didn't feel that way now, today, and even if he'd driven Julie away, he knew it was his fault, not the Living's.

The zombie tried to draw himself up straight, even unhunch those shoulders, not wanting to offend Karis since they just met but also wanting to stand up for himself too, finding it's trickier than he expected.

"Yeah," R gasped out, trying to sound stronger, more challenging, and not confused that he can even speak. At least a human would be surprised (and downright impressed) he can talk: a dead girl like Karis, though, would have different expectations that he better back himself up. Being able to wave around four syllables around her face and too many pointed teeth wouldn't make much of a difference. R sucked in a breath, deciding he didn't need four syllables to make his point.

"Julie."

He said her name almost reverently. If there was a way to circle her name in gold, he'd do it, R's eyes focusing on Karis's face instead of past. For a moment he looked almost like the person he died as.