"Not exactly," he answered, looking over her as well. There wasn't really any reason to give her more details than she needed. He was still uncertain of what her current state was. For someone who wasn't a zombie, she was certainly bad at not looking like one. Blood splatters, awkward walk, and urban outfitters. He had seen many zombie hipsters back in New York. If only they could've been self-aware enough to enjoy reverse irony of a shirt like the one she was wearing.
Mitch took another step back, eyes focusing on her gun. He was already thinking about taking it in the event that she really did join the ranks of the mindless undead. "The corpses out front. You did that, or are there others with you? Have you been bitten?" All important questions he needed to get out of the way immediately. NEver could be too careful.