When he looked to the drink, she shrugged. "It's fine. I just can't really taste anything unless it's hot enough to burn the insides out of a normal person's mouth."
When he mentioned finding someone she didn't have to be careful with, she frowned. "There was another zombie back home. His name was Lowell. We were just starting to date. Except the first date was cancelled because I'd fed off an agoraphobic hacker to solve his murder and the next week he was eating the brains of someone who was gay so, it was more like a casual hang out deal until he could find a different brain and it just never had a chance to go anywhere..."
She looked apologetic. That was too much information.
"I was infected with a scratch. I don't know how it or if it could effect other kinds of people, and quite frankly I don't think it's worth the risk of finding out."