[ Jo laughs unexpectedly—a rich, warm sounds, unconcerned with location or goings on—punctuated with the slice through a rotting, already dangling shoulder that she slices though. It lands wet and solid on the ground even as she's going for the next, not quite noticing the close-in around them on all sides starting to happen as more zombies from other streets are drawn to the noise they are making.]

Must have been one hell of a teacher.
You got a business card for him?