[If there was ever a gesture that is entirely human and also somewhat endearing, it'd be that one. It makes Kieren smile a little, the tangible evidence that this guy here is really a human, despite how he might look like right now. It's somehow reassuring, to know zombies aren't the only one the popular media gets wrong so often.]

... Yes. [A nod. Exactly like that. It'd probably be even rougher on him, let's be real, if it wasn't the exact treatment he's so used to getting, back home -- even from his own family, sometimes. Christ, he has no idea how Simon and Amy did it (still do it, in Simon's case) so easily, showing who they are and dealing with everyone's reactions like it doesn't affect them at all.]

They don't- [Know, do they?] I'm... I'm a human, right? I saw my reflection, it was-- [The words come out disjointed, like the beginnings of sentences he doesn't know how to ask, the confusion of the hours past finally bubbling over.]

I have a heartbeat! I can feel the wind, and the cold! I look- I look alive! [I am alive, he wants to say, but putting it in words seems like too much, right now.]

So why are they still-- ? [There's definitely an edge of hysteria, even desperation in the words, before he takes some deep breaths to calm himself down. He looks at Noel, a resolution forming in his mind.]

... You're not afraid of me. [Not a question - a statement.]