Jeannie was uncertain if the girl was making up stories or if she was serious. What an odd illness. She would dismiss it, but for the fact that there seemed to be quite a few people around that did look like walking corpses. But the eating people part sounded a bit far fetched.
“Well, I do have my bottle,” she answered. “But I am not certain that it would be all that safe. It would be away from those who are ill, yes, but… there are other considerations.”
Such as the possibility of becoming stuck. Which would leave her vulnerable to perhaps acquiring a new master, and Jeannie was rather pleased with the arrangement she had with her current master. She did not want to deal with one of the people with the zombie cold. They did not look at all pleasant.
She opened her mouth to ask the blonde girl if there were some sort of medicine one could take to get rid of this sickness, because these people did not look as though they should be out in the street at all. But before she got a chance to make a sound, one of the shuffling ill came straight toward them, his arms reaching for Jeannie. “Oh you poor thing. I shall help you, do not worry.”