"It's... a lot of information." She nods her head. "I'm fine. I just. Need to process. You know?" She reaches over and lays her hand very gently on his wrist, not holding on to him or restricting his movement in any way, but just to make contact. To show that it's not him, and that she's not afraid of anything he's said. "Sometimes we need band-aids ripped off. I can guarantee, it was rougher for you to live it than it was for me to hear it. It's... an adjustment. That's all."

About not having his person with him, that it more than just a show of not being afraid. Losing love sucks, whatever the circumstances and the reasons. "One... old friend. From home. I'm not sure if that's a good thing yet. It might be." What the hell else is she supposed to call Diego? They're friendly, at the least. Not all exes can remain as civil as they do. Ben and Klaus don't really count as something from home. Although they are from her world, they aren't connections to it for her, they weren't part of her life as a whole. She's glad they're here for Diego, though. He's going to need them. Not what this is about. "And I'm getting to know new people. Learning all sorts of interesting things about them and their homes." Like that's all being a zombie is, an interesting little factoid. Nothing to shun or fear or mock. Just one aspect of Drake's life. That's all.