[He inclines his head in agreement.] It has been. Your world sounds diverse.

[He looks up at her assessment, hairless brows furrowed and he tilts his head to the side, considering her description. Yes, the beginning stages of the Master's siege were indeed, not unlike a zombie outbreak.] At first. As the turned mature, they become more dangerous.

[But at her question, he smirks slightly, holding up a hand.] You're jumping ahead. Have patience. [And then he folds his hands in front of him, resting his elbows on his knees.] It is said, if the Master stings a woman who is with child, that offspring will bear his form, but not his plague.