Ezra had been wandering pretty much aimlessly. He'd picked up a few supplies along the way - the thing he was good at besides killing zombies was scavanging. He still hadn't gone for a weapon yet, though, still vaguely hoping that he'd find a stray mob and they'd shred him and he could just be done with this life.
He had stopped to rest, dehydrated and exhausted, and at first he wondered if he was hearing voices when Maizie spoke. He looked around wildly, then his eyes caught movement. He looked up, and focused in on her. From what he could tell, she was a young girl. Younger than him. She looked well groomed, like the zombie apocalypse hadn't quite taken a bite out of her. Though there was something else he couldn't quite put his finger on too.
"Just tired," he answered her, voice hoarse but honest. It was like that permanently now, from disuse and probably just breathing in whatever was going on down in the tunnels. Whatever it was, he could never quite clear it these days.
Normally he didn't talk much to people at all. But he wasn't going to ignore her.
Maybe he was that lonely. Maybe she looked normal and he was dying for just a shred of it - or just a glimpse at a conversation that tracked properly and didn't end with him bleeding one way or another. Of course, she could just be distracting him, while other people flanked to take him down, or something, but he was willing to take the chance.