For some reason, Georgia sat down, "Yup. It's never good when people know your name. Home taught me that."
Okay, when she wasn't full of denial, she would admit it was for two reasons: One was that the man was so absurdly pretty. The other was that, like the other refugees, Georgia tended to take her moments of cultural solidarity where she could them. So she talked zombies with Dixon, and science with Leisha, and she could appreciate that there were a few people here she didn't scandalize with her language and its 'mature content'.
"Apparently Shaun and Dresden have wrestled for it," She commented dryly, "Man-children." It was fine, actually, because Shaun won most of the time, "Search me, but it seems to work for most people. I can never take it seriously, especially when the woman's yelping would attract every zombie in a mile radius." She grinned, a genuine smile that was rare enough to see, much less to be seen by a stranger.
"Soft? Whomever told you that lies. I should sue you for slander." She placed her hands on the table, mostly to keep them steady.
"I'd recommend buying a Rubix Cube then. Those fuckers are hard."