Oh, she remembers this. There's a little thrill of familiarity as R falls in next to her. He might not be from the same world as she is, but there's something that tends to link zombies together. It's the sense of being together, of strength in numbers. She can remember that feeling from when she was newly arisen, one body in a mass of hundreds as they overran Lordaeron at the command of their master. She doesn't savor being a puppet of the Lich King, but she does have a certain nostalgia for when times were simpler and all she had to worry about was exchanging unpleasant witticisms with the rest of her little group and killing whomever the Master decided needed to die.

She gives him a friendly nudge with her shoulder, eyes searching the darkness in front of her. She takes a step forward and the another, "Come out, come out where ever you are..."

She pauses and then adds in a slightly louder voice, "If you run and I catch you, I'm gonna make it hurt more. And I'll enjoy it."