The look R gave her was the closest thing to "what the hell" as a zombie could get. Did he want a bite out of her? Was she kidding? Of course he did! R's face twisted into a look of longing, the hunger making him lurch forward a step and then another toward her. (Harley had him pegged - he totally had on his hungry face).

"Hun...gry," R said, trying to sound agreeable and not like what he really was: a desperate, starving dead boy.

He approached again and this time made a clumsy swipe at her, the attack so telegraphed anyone could see it coming from a mile away.