"....George Romero...?" Ciroc asked quizzically.

"Never mind. It's a stereotype and a trope that Zombie's are mindless and do nothing but shamble around and attack people because they forever hunger for human flesh. Or brains." Aedan explained.

"Oh... oh, I see." Ciroc then said.

"So... so how does it work?" he asked.

"Is it a case of... your soul being forcibly tethered to that body?" he asked her.

"And do you feel any sort of pain at all?"

Ciroc raised an eyebrow.

"...oh!" he exclaimed.

"I see." he said further.

"Hmmm." he then mumbled, looking her over.

"You say that creating those like you is against the law." he then said. "Do you know of any others like yourself?" he asked.

"...and do you sometimes feel lonely if that answer is 'no'?" he asked further.

"...eh?" Ciroc muttered.

"One other, and he doesn't count?" he asked her.

"Why?" he asked.

"Well... okay, you said he barely counts, but still." he then said further, making sure she knew he was paying attention.

"Why is this person so... different, as to not possibly count?"

Ciroc seemed even more confused now.

"...demon...?" he asked.

"Uhhh..." Aedan mumbled. "Infernal? Does that help?" he asked. "From the realm of darkness and evil? I guess?" she went on.

"Oh! I understand!" Ciroc responded.

"...so you managed to conceive a child with such a person?" he asked her.

"That sounds... extremely convoluted and against all odds."

Ciroc thought for a moment.

"Oh, yes, I have." he said.

"He's the one that wears a ring, and without it has black skin that looks like it's cracking and threatening to leak out molten magma, yes?" he asked her.

"...that's the one, yeah." Aedan responded.

"Yes, I've met him." Ciroc confirmed.

"I have yet to meet your son, though." he then told her.

"Also... unwanted help...?" he asked confusedly.

"Huh. I see." Ciroc responded.

"Well, fair enough then." he said.

"Understandable, I suppose." he went on.

"Regardless, thank you for indulging me and my curiosity." he told her.

"And thank you for being so open about it." he went on, before realsing something.

"Wait, so the young lady that escorted me to the medical wing here..." he said further. "The one with the cracks on her skin... Robyn, I believe?" he went on.

"She's not an Evolis either, is she?" he asked.

"...I see." Ciroc responded.

"That is unfortunate." he said.

He then paused again, thinking about something... or, rather, thinking about the Unit, overall.

"Hmmm." he mumbled.

"This place... this building... seems to have a rather... diverse and eclectic cast of people in it." he commented.

"Is that coincidence, or something else?" he asked her.

Ciroc paused for a moment, and smiled.

"Agent Sharp seems to be the sort to welcome such people with open arms." he said.

"He readily helped me." he went on. "And knew next to nothing about me. All he had was the word of that woman, Hollie Remmington, to go on." he continued, thinking back on it.

"He seems like a really nice person." he continued.

"I assume he's well-liked here as well." he then added.

Ciroc nodded again.

"I'll remember that." he said.

He then sighed quietly, thinking about something more, and then shaking his head.

"Anyway, thank you once more." he told her.

"And thank you for your time invested in bringing me food." he went on.

"I'd get, myself, but... well, my being out there is a bad idea." he lamented.

Ciroc nodded along with what she said, before pausing when she asked her question.

"...oh! Ah... well..." he stammered.

"I just find myself wondering about agent Sharp." he told her.

"I can tell he's not human. I can feel it." he went on. "And... his presence feels extremely similar to something back home." he continued.

"...though his attitude is unlike any of the ones his presence is similar to." he told her further.

"If... that makes sense."