[Pen keeps her hand on her knife, ready and able to make short work of the thing if it gave her a clear shot and he looked like he was in danger. But no, that didn't happen. It was just...weird.

Once the zombie was thrown down the hill, she relaxed a little, putting away the knife and watching with a kind of grim frown. She can't imagine that was easy on him, but then again what was easy anymore?

He didn't seem to be breaking down, at the very least.]

That should keep her busy. I doubt that really killed her, but it's also likely that was just another fog phantom.

[Shifting her stance to regard him, she gives him a weak smile.]

You okay?