"Dead?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. Dead how? Skin matched, but she didn't exactly look like anything she'd seen before in the lines of people or things that qualified as dead. "And uh...how does that work exactly? Because you don't much look like the dead thing's I know about." nothing...rotting off of him. Vampire? Only it was daytime. "I'd say vampire, but the sun isn't killing you. You sure don't like like any zombie I've heard about, so..." yeah, she wasn't following.
"That makes you what, exactly?" maybe he was a vampire, and in his world they didn't burst into flames. But he seemed to slow to be a vampire. "If I had to guess, I'd say your reality has other rules about zombies, and then that would explain it." she said, continuing talking about zombies and vampires as if it were the most natural thing in the world, or she talked about them every other day.