[Having steeled herself for anything (literally anything, given that the world she was in last introduced her to a few literal gods and a talking raccoon and various superpowered beings), Carol doesn't jump out of her skin. Instead, she freezes, silent, carefully considering. It's not as though she's never seen a "walker" that can talk before, though she half convinced herself that she's misremembering because what would that mean, if it were true, if everything Lizzie said was actually possible...]
[Drawing a breath, she lowers her knife just a fraction. What's a severed head going to do, glare at her? Besides, given her previous experience with talking things-that-shouldn't-talk, she's not about to disregard the possibility that this thing isn't out to destroy everyone here. And if it is, well, it's not getting far.]
Depends, [she begins, her voice firm but somehow conciliatory, like she knows she should be apologizing but isn't quite ready] on whether you bite other people and turn them into something like you.
((OOC: I'm so so so SO sorry I'm this late! I left for vacation literally the day after this posted... if I'm too late for your comfort, feel free to ignore this tag!))
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[Drawing a breath, she lowers her knife just a fraction. What's a severed head going to do, glare at her? Besides, given her previous experience with talking things-that-shouldn't-talk, she's not about to disregard the possibility that this thing isn't out to destroy everyone here. And if it is, well, it's not getting far.]
Depends, [she begins, her voice firm but somehow conciliatory, like she knows she should be apologizing but isn't quite ready] on whether you bite other people and turn them into something like you.
((OOC: I'm so so so SO sorry I'm this late! I left for vacation literally the day after this posted... if I'm too late for your comfort, feel free to ignore this tag!))