[ It didn't, he's certain, but he believes her demeanor. And if their different dates of origin are correct, it opens up questions that somehow eclipse the concept of roving, reanimated dead. He holds her gaze and nods. ]

I believe you. And in that case, it's probably in our best interest you share any relevant information about, uh, them. Specific dangers posed, I mean. How to kill them. Stuff like that?

[ Satisfied the bedroom is unoccupied, he exits and descends the stairs into a living room. Unremarkable so far, which is a relief. ]