Dib knew that she wouldn't - there were benefits beyond accelerated healing to having nanobots in their blood - and he strapped his boots tight. "We'll see you in half an hour." He hung up and looked over at Ferb with a browquirk. It was a fairly easy job, all things considered. It was unsettling of course, but there were always snags to every job. He pulled on a shirt and ran a comb through his hair. "She's not awful, for the walking dead."