He gives an eyebrow arch, "I look like shit, but thanks. At least I'm not decaying right?"

Right. He's pretty proud of himself. Sure he's emaciated and looks like a strong wind may end him, but he's still kind of just a dude. Go him.

"Oh like zombies and shit? I ... you know I don't think we have any of those here. Got ghosts. Vampires. Werewolves. People that can turn into cougars. But no zombies. Though there were some at the diner but they got stuck there." He finishes up his horrible potato nonsense and sets the bowl to the side, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Must suck to not be able to eat."