There's more to the story. Obviously. But Adia knows that her desire for answers needs to come second to Lawrence's discomfort. "I-- I'm sorry," she says finally. "I... I didn't like it, either, that he was still using her corpse... I should have said something..."

Caspar frowns at the guilty look that's settling on Adia's beautiful face. No. No. He's not letting her get weighed down by this, too. "Yeah, sorry i didn't get around to it," he deadpans to Lawrence, "I was too busy saving our girlfriends from a horde of other zombies." He crosses his arms -- because he can -- and turns his gaze towards Tamminy. "That's his sister, right? Anna?"

Any further questioning is interrupted by Princess, who seems equally confused about why all the bipeds look so miserable. She oinks at Caspar worriedly, but then this new human is offering his hand to sniff, and it seems like he's good at giving pets, so after a cursory snuffle, she's butting her head against it for some affection.

"She likes you," Caspar says quietly. "The last trainer who tried that got his shoelaces lit on fire." He shares a look with Adia, one that gently reminds him that Lawrence has been through a great deal recently. His prosthetic is likely not the only thing that's broken... he sighs and drops some of the attitude. He's only known Lawrence for all of five minutes and gives zero fraks about him, but he hates seeing the two women so upset over this.

"Did you save what's left of your arm?" he asks Lawrence. "I could try repairing it, it's a lot like a Centurion's." He smirks faintly. "Then you could flip me off for real. And tell us what happened exactly to set off your stupid undead brother."