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Tom doesn't look so hot, honestly.

Unless "hot" means "slumped in a booth in sweats and a long-sleeved T-shirt, drinking coffee and looking like he hasn't gotten much sleep lately."

In which case, Tom is freaking smoking.

He's got his back to the front door. It's deliberate.

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"What, like -- like that?" He shakes his head. "Hell no."

"You from a totally normal place or something, then?"

"Well -- not totally normal, no, but I don't know anyone who can do things like that. Or give people nightmares, either."

"Ok..."

Understandable, but still, "Then what's not normal in your world?"

Blunt: "The zombies."

Elle... gives him a skeptical really? look.

Which, yeah, might seem strange after her display. But she only dimly knows what a zombie is, anyway.

"Believe it or not."

He takes a broody sip of coffee.

Ok, Elle does know that a zombie is generally bad. And... brain-eating? And walks funny? She never really got the point.

So all she can really come up with is, "Gee, it sucks you can't do anything."

'Cause she could totally zap some... funny-walking, brain-eating ... things.

"Well, you know. I can shoot them."

Better than nothing!

Yeah. But still.

"You're not dead then, right?"

She keeps forgetting to ask that and it'll be relevant sometime.

He shrugs. "Not yet."

Tonight's theme: pessimism.

Beat.

"Are there zombies here?"

Her interested-bordering-on-hopeful tone probably isn't very appropriate.

He opens his mouth -- closes it, hunches his shoulders.

"I've only seen one here. --Well, there was . . . No. Just the one."

"Good thing it wasn't allowed to... do ... whatever then."

Elle - still helpful!

"Oh, it tried."

She tilts her head, but her expression is definitely more curious than concerned.

"What happened to it?"

"Its keeper took it home again, I guess," he replies, ~~sulkily~~ absently.

"Oh."

So... zombies have keepers? Er.

"Someone... brought it? That... seems..."

Stupid? She guesses?

"Dangerous and fucking stupid?"

That does sound right.

"Maybe it should be a rule. 'Don't bring zombies.'"

Along with her other proposed rule, 'Don't wear ugly orange things.'

He snorts. "Someone'd probably say it was prejudiced."

Elle's not all that familiar with this concept.

So she just shrugs and says, "If it can't follow the rules..."

Even Elle can do that! Er. Probably. Mostly.

Unless there was a no bugging people rule. But there's NOT, so HA.

"Hey, I think it'd be a great idea."

"Guess you'll have to wait and shoot them when they come in."

Beat.

"But you're not supposed to do that in here."

Conundrum!

"Yeah, I picked up on that."

He sighs, scratching his beard. "Shouldn't waste the bullets in here, anyway."