That was a good question. Harvey hadn't seen much of the "prosecuting prodigy" around today, but he got the feeling that Jones would have checked in on her and let him know if anything had happened. It didn't really concern him to the point that he'd gone out of his way to get the information.

"I'm pretty sure she's fine," he said with a shrug. "It was just a scratch on her back, and she was able to keep going after getting it, so it wasn't too bad." He might have been more alarmed about the whole thing if she'd been bitten, but that wasn't the case.

And as much fun as talking zombies with a teenage girl was (which wasn't much at all), it looked like it was time for them to get dragged back to their rooms for dinner. That meant talking to the fine Mr. Godot once again. Harvey still didn't know what this computer system was all about, but maybe his roommate would have some thoughts on it.

He stood up from his seat and sent one last look at the stranger. "Try not to get killed."