She narrowed her eyes, briefly considering lunging and digging her teeth into his jugular just to see how far she could make the arterial spray fly. Instead, she briefly touched the knife she had on her thigh but didn't make a move to actually grab it. "Smart mouth," Emilie mused, head tilting to the side as she assessed this man. "Would it be so smart without a tongue?" Even if it was a threat, she didn't seem to be on the verge of actually trying it, so that was a positive for Isaac, anyway.
When he said they weren't dead, Emilie practically snorted and shook her head, her wild mane of black waves dancing along her shoulders. "But we are dead. All of us. Maybe not now, maybe not today, but we're all dying. We'll be just like the biters, maybe worse. At least they don't know better." Humans were terrible, and they had souls (maybe) and consciences (maybe). The biters just did what their instincts told them to do.
"If I see your girlfriend, I'll tell her to come find you. You don't wanna go down there, though. You'll get lost."