"What else would they be?" She gapes at him, confusion nearly overtaking her indignation. They're people, or else they once were--unless he comes from somewhere a lot weirder than home. Maybe they were. Look at the way he looks--

Startled, maybe. She doesn't know him well.

But even so, there's something...something horrible, she's certain, in the idea that he'd dismiss something that lives and breathes and thinks. Animals are one thing. Walkers are another. But people--