For one thing, Adam was surprised that someone was speaking to him, and it didn't sound like their voice was hate filled, either. Sure, he had some TB friends, but mostly it was all fear and glares. Especially since there was someone out there trying to make them all look bad.
He was pretty thankful that she stopped in front of him though, it meant that he didn't have to move as far as if she had stopped to his side or behind him or something. Slowly, he turned his head towards her. Yeah, Adam knew it probably looked pretty damn creepy, especially since he still couldn't muster the ability to have an expression yet, but he couldn't help it. He was a zombie after all. "I'm..." he started after much concentration, then paused between words. Something else he couldn't help, just like how nine times out of ten, his words always came out monotone. "Fine. They... didn't... hurt me."
Ugh. He even sounded creepy to himself. How could anyone stand to listen to him talk? Or, try to talk.