"Definitely a healthy shade of green there!" the Exo quips, finger-gunning at the turtle. "Ah, that's unfortunate. Being swarmed by zombie hordes does make it hard to keep track of people."

He decides against sheathing his knife just yet on the account that he might need it again soon, glowing gaze sweeping the area. "Oh yeah, just like back home. Well okay, not exactly like home. Don't usually get swarmed by dead guys wanting to chew on you! Just...semi-dead things that want to claw your face off. But hey! Be glad the ones here don't move nearly as fast! -or explode in glowing goo, that's always pretty gross."

Screebs are something he'll never miss.

"You just been running around slaying zombies? Great for stress relief, not gonna lie, I've missed being able to shoot things." As though to underline that point, Cayde snaps out his gun, squeezing off a shot as the figures start lurching closer.