Please, if there are any fashion conscientious zombies out there, then they will know MY haircut is WAY better than your ugly mug. Blue is so IN. What d'you even cut your hair with anyway, a faceplant burnout or something? Did you just drag it across the road as you ate asphalt?

[ She sticks her tongue out at him jokingly, before turning her back. ]

Well, whatever, I'm gonna go look and stuff. When I find something to chop 'em up with and if I find anything I'll deal with your stupid fat head later.

[ She might be teasing, but it's her way of telling him to really not get hurt and that she cares and wants to meet you back here in awhile okay? Okay. ]