Boyd glances back at the contents of his glass. "Now, I know what appeal this place has for someone like me. Appears out of nowhere. Liquor's cheap. Nobody I know. But if I'm being honest -- and honesty's a good policy, maybe not always the best, but why not -- the idea of the dead walking around gives me a little pause."

Beat.

"You seem like you have some degree of sense. Why do you come here if there's weirder things than the dead walking like they're living?"