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You don't want Lyle to know such information, so you lie.

"Well, I suggest you find one: a knife, a baseball bat, anything. Be ready to defend yourself if need be. We never had a chance to arm ourselves. Of course, I can't aim too well, and Jillian's afraid of guns. Hopefully, we'll be safe out on the streets."

Lyle finishes cleaning the wound and wraps the clean cloth around his leg.

"Good as new. Thanks, Victor Zombie," Lyle says and stands.

You lead him back into the living room, and he sits on the couch.

"Hey, Victor Zombie," Lyle says. "Mind if I touch your face? I want to see who you are, and feeling your features helps me visualize what you look like."