R turned toward Bert's voice, concerned here that he'll pull out more magic tricks and he'll forget why he came out here looking for the human. The zombie shakes his head at the question as he slows his shuffling and starts to u-turn back toward Bert. It's about as fun as watching paint dry, long enough for his Escort's perfume to start wafting over in waves.

"Still...no good. On...hold," R takes so long getting his words out and putting one foot in front of the other that he's almost done speaking by the time he rolls up to Bert. Bert looks good, as usual. (R tries to make sure there's no more hats he'll surprise him with; can't be too careful around this guy). "Could I...ask for...advice?"