With a nod of his head, the tall boy stepped back from the door, still worried for her but not willing to push the matter for now. Jose, even if he wasn't smart, was well aware of how shocking this whole situation was. 'Situation' wasn't even a good enough word to describe it. Pandemic was better, but Apocalypse seemed to fit the most, only he wouldn't use that word for the sake of his own slipping mental health.

He turned and met face to face with the first girl he had met that wasn't undead. She was going to take over watch for him, apparently. That was good, he was feeling tired and maybe a little rest was in order. He nodded in assent.

[b][color=a0410d]"Thank you, Miss Anselma. I'll be taking a rest then,"[/color][/b] he said. He took about five steps towards the closest room before collapsing into a huge pile on the floor in front of [b]Anselma[/b], his fatigue finally catching up with him. As the lights in his eyes faded, he idly realized that he had yet to introduce himself.

[color=a0410d][i][b]"Oh, well, I'm sure they'll be time for that later . . .[/b][/i][/color]