Suddenly, it gyrates - the cosmonaut who ostensibly stares at them from the other side of the barrier.
"AH! AH! AH!"
The astronaut air-thrusts over and over, grunting every time it does: "AH!"
"What in the…"
"Yep," Eldrie says, nervous. "That's him. Corpsie."
The spaceclad zombie stops mid-thrust and points a hand in their direction.
"Came here for me, you naughty boys?"
It's impossible to tell, but it seems like the crazed zombie would have winked or made a kissy face after that.
And then, in a flash, the zombie is just inches away from them, its arms rested on the barrier wall.
The head tilts, the black glass on the helmet completely obscuring the face inside.
"It can touch the barrier…" Barns frets.
"OH ME? YE-UH! Space suits aren't evil, you silly! SILLY!"
The second 'silly' is a screech so loud that Barns almost falls off his feet in surprise.
It paws at the barrier, sickly, twitching, tweaking hands grabbing at whatever it can.
