Shaw - who still sometimes doubts the validity of this place as a whole; who still sometimes wonders if she's strapped down to a bed in a Decima facility, VR goggles on her face and a new life being beamed directly into her brain - would be pleased if she knew that anyone was seeing her as someone with a strong grip on reality. Fake it 'till you make it, or something like that.

Luckily, it's always easier to tell when something's definitely fake than it is to tell when something definitely isn't, and these shambling, brainless creatures? Aren't her teammates. The one that guy (she'd never gotten around to asking his name) is fighting definitely isn't whoever he's supposed to look like, either, so she doesn't hesitate: when she sees Keith pause, she charges over, swinging her pipe towards the zombie's head.