Alright, alright. [ He's quite alarmed, but the only thing that shows it are his wide eyes. He's not good with hysterics, and he's certainly not good with crying. Especially not crying girls. And now he's supporting some of a hysterical, crying girl's weight. And--

Wait. Did she say dead body? ]

Calm your tits, sugar. It's dead, it's not gonna eat you. [ A pause. ] Unless it comes back as a zombie. Then we're all fucked.

[ He's not helping in the least. ]