The zombie's golden eyes regard you as you fall in step beside her. "So," she says after a moment. "How do you think it's all going? Your grand mission for species togetherness and us all singing songs around the campfire?"
You shrug. "Tough to say. Still, I'm here and have all my limbs, despite the occasional threat to change that. That's got to be something."
Michelle nods. "They're still trying to get the measure of you. Until they have it, they're not likely to do anything drastic. That's the thing about being immortal," she adds reflectively. "Only the smart ones bother to learn survival traits."
"How about you?" you ask. "What do you think of me so far?"
Michelle looks at you again, an eyebrow rising. "That's a pretty personal question, Kan," she says eventually. "What do you expect me to say to that?"