"Don't worry, I've been told I'm not half bad either," he joked, smiling down at her before tucking his hands into his hoodie. Scuffing the ground with his new (old) sneakers, he said, "Maybe we can start working together tomorrow? And see how it goes from there?"
He was actually looking forward to having something to keep his mind off what was going on here. Just because he had been told about the zombies and being on the losing side of the apocalypse and looked okay, didn't mean he wasn't freaking out over everything he was seeing and hearing.
It was all that he could do to not go hide under a bed and hope to wake up from this nightmare.
Dancing would be good, not just for Kitty, but for Mike as well.