Well, I'd rather not get chewed on, so I'll pass on any zombies. [ Not that Zombies are a particularly terrible hellion to face, but that's a smile and hint of a story she can ask about later.

He waves her on to her mindless task list. ]

I'll let you know she's up, wait for you to show, pass a concentrate over, and head off, if you want.

[ Although, as she said, he is Mr Wind Tells Me Things, so it wouldn't be too surprising if him being in the castle somewhere didn't stop him from knowing bits of what they talk about. ]