R bobs his head, eager to show he's coherent and he can remember more than a few days ago. Somehow it's easier without the hunger taking up all the space. He remembers Disneyland, nearly breaking his neck on one of Howard's traps. Finding him again, this time with a cat. The closet. Howard so close he can feel his warm breath tickling his nose past the muzzle. He isn't sure if it's fate or just a lot of good luck, what. It happens. That's all he needs to know.

As for Aunamee...

"I'll...be okay," R can at least sound sure about that. He's the one who ate Aunamee, after all. He doubts Aunamee knows how to properly kill a zombie anyway. "Leave...signs? I'll...try to find..."

He means Howard, not Aunamee, but maybe he can groan some sense into Aunamee. At least figure out what his story his. He's seen enough scared humans to realized Howard's shitting bricks, his eyes wide, his lips pressed so tight the color's leeched out of them.