Joan's surprise actually makes her laugh. Okay, yeah. It's weird as hell. It just seems like part of the whole zombie-anomaly thing. She just shrugs at the diagnosis: far-fetched.

Yeah, it is. Julie also has no idea how far he's shuffled in the name of good music.

The question is one Julie's thought of, but never asked. (Guess they're all gonna ignore the drool? It's like the elephant in the room here. And she's still thinking of him vomiting and dying right in her arms. Permanent death. Not-so permanent.)

She raises her brows with a laugh. It's not that big a deal, just -- god, what a romantic.

"Maybe he can start humming Sinatra when it gets bad. Like a... a Pavlov thing, right?"

Okay, so she's not a psychologist. Her expertise is picking out who's gonna go nuts if one of the barriers falls, not the real terminology.