"They're not smart, they're hungry," Reiko corrected with a small shake of her head. "Even insects know how to find food, and I wouldn't call something that dives into windshields intelligent."
It was bordering on the most she'd said to either of them, if not well within that territory, but she didn't feel like going through the great 'they were once human' debate. She'd considered that one too many times within her own mind, and had already come to the conclusion that these things were no longer human or smart. They were just what they seemed to be: hungry monsters with a love for the taste of human flesh. Therefore, they were to be killed on sight - and perhaps served a tasty meal of two male survivors. (She smirked at that thought, which may have seemed a little out-of-place, not given the context of her inner dialog.)
Reiko had been rather content without attaching names to her companions in convenience only - Bag One and Bag Two of metaphorical Monster Chow. But once names were attached, it was a little harder to consider just tossing them aside. At the very least, she felt a need to actually determine whether they were worthy of keeping around. Damn. Of course, after a small bit of thought, she wondered if that was Alex's intention all along with starting the introductions. Perhaps he was a bit more clever than she'd given him credit... She glanced toward him again and half-shrugged. It was possible. Maybe.
"Name's Reiko," she finally said, not sounding all that interested in the game of making friendly with complete strangers, one of which had nearly gotten her eaten. But the last thing she wanted to do was be the impersonal one who was turned into monster bait by the two candidates she had considered for the dark deed. Especially if they were going to be holed up in a building together... "A hotel?" She considered the idea, slightly tilting her head to either side as she did. For some reason, she'd forgotten how close they were to a hotel - or more than one, now that she took the time to recognize her surroundings as their pre-apocalyptic selves. "Sounds safe enough, smart enough." That was likely the closest to a compliment Neil would get from her at the moment, mainly because she wasn't yet willing to admit that her new - and perhaps temporary - companions weren't expendable. "Wouldn't advise the ground floor, though." She looked to the sky and saw a very small flickering of a shadow - like a larger version of a bird, if she had to identify it as more than one of the currently-rare, flying monsters. It was far away, but she wasn't stupid enough to assume it would stay far away forever. "Or the roof."