...Sorry. [Jean shoved his hands into his pockets in a rough, conciliatory gesture.] There're things in my world kinda like zombies, and none of them can talk. They just eat.

[Jean occasionally felt bad for them, since they were all originally human, but that was easily put aside when they were baring down on you from all sides, their giant maws flecked with saliva.]

And you're the first I've met like this.