He hasn't seen fungus zombies before but thanks to the Queen of Hearts he's aware of what shambling more or less undead masses look like. He's glad, as he was then, that he can so easily remove himself from the carnage. Just because he's capable of killing, wears reminders for almost every life he's taken, doesn't mean he would enjoy taking any more.

Some of the visitors on the ship are people he's never met before, some just opportunistic souls trying to get away from danger. This one, though, he's not sure of her connection but he knows she lived on the same floor as everyone from Storybrooke, back when he stayed in the mansion. They've yet to speak but since there's so little to distract, why not change that? His curiosity has gotten the better of him.

"So who are you, exactly?" She watches over the water and he leans against the rail, arms crossed. A bit of a blunt question, perhaps, but hey, he doesn't see why he has to be evasive about it.