Oh shit. This guy had lungs. Caught totally unprepared, Sanae jumped nearly as high as the kid did. He needs one of those whatchamacallit pins...the ones that respond to screaming. He'd be expert at it. "Wow, uh, nice set of chords there. What are you..." He tried to think of a job that involved screaming and yelling - in a completely chaste way. "...some kinda military guy?"

They screamed at you in the army, right? The thought crossed his mind that this kid could be affiliated with that "federal training" business, but then again he was similarly decked out in smiley face and gray - not to mention that he'd probably fail the medical exam with nerves like that. Kid would blow a blood vessel on day one.

"Gotta lighten up a bit, kid - enjoy the zombie-less moment, yeah? I mean, I know it's kinda hard here and all, but you'll go crazy for real if you take everything so seriously all the time, or else give yourself a killer heart attack. Don't wanna keel over, right?" Sanae put on his best lecturing face even if he was trying to keep from bursting out laughing. Kids these days!