When the other man doesn't offer his hand or a name, and at that flash of fearful recognition in his eyes, Blaine realizes what's happening here. Of course. He makes a soft tsking sound, but doesn't reach for his coffee again just yet. Just in case. Instead he pets Bruno, whose tail is still wagging contentedly.

"Quite possible. I've run into one here already, a certain Ms Moore." And he wouldn't put it past Liv to spread some pre-emptive shit about him, so to speak. To 'warn' people. As if he could start up an enterprise in this sort of community. No, no, he's not planning anything like that. But a man -- or zombie -- has to survive somehow. He plans to stick with the upstanding citizen routine for as long as he can, build some goodwill and maybe get rewarded for it this time. Ah, there's a tack.

"Looks like I'll never get a fully fresh start, then?"