Hansel shrugged in response. It didn't bother him she looked almost dead. She was healing which was fine. They'd seen stranger on hunts. Witches were damn resilient. There was no trace of rot on her. If she was a witch, she'd be a Grand White which he had no quarrel with seeing as he came from the same stock. It was more likely she was something else like the man with wings or the freak who kept trying to throw things with the air.
"Yup. Test City. Should get a head's up here shortly. You'll wind up with a fancy box what talks and lets you peck out messages to anyone and everyone. It'll let you talk to someone, too. They'll have given you a room in one of the complexes we're housed in. Don't know if you've got a job or not. I got one. Can't stand not bein' useful."
He'd chosen his position. Hansel had went over and said he wanted to dig for the cemetery. It'd been immediate he'd gotten it on his device saying sure enough, that's what he'd be doing. Charlie ran the place and he was fine. Better than as far as Hansel was concerned since he'd known enough to tell people the cemetery was crawling with undead monsters, run away before getting killed, and had helped with the clean up.
"Necromorphs were the alien monsters what we just got done dealing with and they're the corpses all over. We've been burning them. Seems to do the trick. There's a smell everywhere. Still working at that. Where you from?"