With his answer, she starts to suspect he might've taken that as a personal slight instead of a joke. Just for a half a second, she's reminded of Perry. Gettin' scared on the job, Pere? And then that face, like it was personal, like the lightness in her voice didn't make it obvious he wasn't supposed to take it seriously.

At least it's the first time she can say she's seen a zombie look indignant.

(Kinda proves her point, though. Taking the lead.)

Julie lets him by with a stifled laugh, just so she doesn't have to suffer some kind of male ego bruising here. And -- okay, look, she's not that thrilled herself about stumbling around in the dark. The lights keep flickering on and off, just daring her to get stuck somewhere shitty so they can shut off and leave her in total darkness. Can zombies see in the dark? Pretty sure no. They stumble around badly enough in the daytime; it probably gets worse at night.

It's really startling, the kinda stuff she has to think about when a zombie's on her side. Temporarily or not.

"Can you even see down there?" So curiousity takes advantage of her. Maybe they should be trying to find a flashlight. Or a lighter. Desperate times. "Or can you, like... smell your way through?" It's important to know. She's seen more than her share of zombies sniffing the air, and the whole blood-on-her-face-thing... yeah. Let's hope that never happens again.