Every entrance made Zeb's head throb as the words came to his ears, and he groaned in pain. Alban at least recognized that he was hurting like a son of a bitch right then, and with the news of May returning soon, he felt some relief in knowing he'd have some treatment soon.

Then he noticed Barnaby and the new kid. Barnaby was a bit of an annoyance with that weird crush the kid had on him, but he knew Caliope to be a good kid. He hadn't said much to her yet, not surprising since most of the new people were always warry of him, being a necromancer and all. He looked over and offered the girl a polite nod and a faint smile.

"Heya, kid. Good to see ya making' progress. Lemme know if ya need any help. Ain't any other undead jobs on the board, so I'm free for a while." Then he turned to Barnaby, smirking faintly as he reached up to turn over his eyepatch. The puckered hole of his empty eye socket was about as pretty as could be expected. "Still find the eyepatch hot?"