R was still trying to work out if that was a sly nod to his zombie status or he really could pass for human thanks to the stylists. Maybe a human with a foot in the grave, but...human. Should he feel offended, amused? Flattered?

"I'm...good, but...thanks," R fumbles like he's got mittens for hands, torn between all his options. Luckily he's saved from having to come up with anything wittier, the zombie's mind blown when the other Tribute takes off his hat and suddenly it's doing things no hat's ever meant to do. R gapes as it travels down the guy's arm, popping back onto his head like it's no big deal.

It's probably a good thing he handed the wine glass over. R would've dropped it all over their nice shoes because he's too busy gaping like a little kid with a bad case of rigor mortis.

"That's...that's...amazing!" R even finds it in him to tack on exclamation points. Seriously, you could do it over and over for days and he'd still be shocked and awed.