Definitely no point - especially since at first he'd be fighting through her still firm belief that he was undead. Could the undead die? In his case, as far as she's aware, only though gorging on garlic bread. And this is no pizzeria.

"Really?" She can't help not being entirely at ease surrounded by all these sharp lines and dull shades, not to mention the weird noises. "I just left the library to get some soda and Ponyville left me somewhere along the way."

She trotted around the roof, getting a better view of this London and musing on how even human place names were weird.