R passed the snake off to Shion. He wanted it for himself still, but he wasn't so far gone that he couldn't share. That would come later. Then they'd probably start trying to take bites out of each other, if it got worse. R tried to maintain a healthy, positive attitude when he had the self-awareness to think - maybe it wouldn't get that bad. They could bump into a Tribute someone else wounded and get it over with.

"Eat." R said. "Like...this."

Unsure if Shion, as a newbie zombie, would understand what went where (he might still be figuring out where his arms and legs were: it'd taken him awhile too), R mimed bringing his hand up to his face and gnawing on an invisible brain, complete with teeth-gnashing and grunting. He couldn't paint a clearer picture if he tried.