Yikes. This is awkward. He didn't realize a machete was that big a deal. All he knows is they're pretty good at lopping off Dead arms and legs and the Tribute who attacked him didn't know how to use it, not really. It’s only a big deal now because Julie decides it’s a big deal, her eyes wide, eyebrows first shooting up and then knitting in that way that Perry used to think was cute. Her “scrunchy face”, that’s what Perry used to call it in his head. It really is scrunchy.

“An…hour?” R’s moan actually sounds sheepish. He isn’t sure, he doesn’t usually keep track of silly things like time. “…More?”

For a zombie, an hour isn’t long at all. It’d probably take him an hour just to get from Security to Lost and Found. An hour could be forever to a Living girl like Julie, though, and that’s the problem. Someone could’ve decided to dig through the ribs and leftover meat he left behind in an hour, easy. Just because he moves slow doesn’t mean everyone else does. Not here. R looks down at Julie that step below him, her hair still bright against the flickering lights, her scrunchy face out in full force.

R isn’t qualified to say what’s cute these days but he does know he thinks it’s a nice expression. It doesn’t change the fact there’s a Schrödinger’s machete floating around.