"Oh, good," Claire replied, and while she wasn't creeped out by him, she was a little unsure of what she was supposed to do now that she'd approached him and struck up a conversation. It didn't really seem like it was going to go too far, but Claire was pretty determined to make sure he knew she wasn't judgemental or anything, and that she could sit and talk to a zombie without trying to kill it. It was still weird to not have to take out a particular zombie, but definitely a nice change of pace.
As she looked back up at him, she couldn't help but stare. It wasn't the way he moved or spoke, and it wasn't even the fact that he was dead. He resembled Steve, especially after he'd died. Pale, a little lanky, the rust-colored hair... Maybe it was just her imagination, though. There had been a lot of people she'd actually mistaken for Steve.
"Sorry," she said all of a sudden, tearing her gaze away. "It's not... I mean, I'm not staring because I think you're a freak or antyhing." Oh, good one, Claire. "You just look like someone I used to know."