“Eh, it's all right. People usually think I've been bitten. Not sure if it's flattering or not,” Piers couldn't help but chuckle slightly at that. “Besides, I run around with the looters, and since I haven't been bitten? Pretty sure that makes me stupid,” he added, smirking along with his joke. “But driving's just as much of a thrill nowadays. Least it can be if you do it right. Weaving through broken down cars on a bike? Damn right that's exciting.”
Shaking his head no, he shrugged. “Don't have to worry about that,” he told her. “Last of my line, I think, unless my brother and sister somehow managed to keep their asses alive.” He looked over at her. “But if you'd rather me not go, that's okay too. Didn't mean to assume myself into your trip. Just thought it'd be better to do with someone else than alone.” He pointed at her. “I'd like to point out that I've seen active combat. Little danger isn't gonna scare me away. That's why you go prepared.”
That incident with the infected. “Right. Forgot about that.” Well, not really forgot, so much as 'wasn't as profoundly affected as some others were.' “But it's bullshit, if they're not. People get bit every day.
“I think it's pretty hilarious, too. So it probably makes me a worse person that I'm willing to go for it. Be a bad person all you want, you're not gonna get judged as long as you're dealing with me.” Or maybe she would, a little, but teasingly.
He chuckled. “I haven't run into a single person who doesn't have one more than the other, but it's different for each person, you know? I managed to snag both out of the gene pool somehow.” Unlike the rest of his family.