I mean, I'm fine. [Maybe if he keeps saying it it'll be more convincing?] Just... zombies, you know? You get bit, that's pretty much a death sentence and the cure I have probably wouldn't have worked anyway even if we could have found formaldehyde in time and--

[No, he doesn't want to talk about it so why is he talking about it? He wraps an arm around himself, shrugging a shoulder.]

When did you reanimate the dead?