She's speaking to someone who enjoys video games, take-out food, not to mention the hopes that he'd be the first doctor in the world to discover a cure for zombieism. Instead, he's here, analyzing rats and occasionally doing an autopsy. It's not so much a step backwards as an avalanche has plunged Ravi into the dark ages.

"Well, everyone is still alive," he says, making a show of crossing both fingers. It may seem crass, but given that he'd done the autopsy of the woman who died at the last feast, he thinks he's allowed some gallows humour. "You're from London?" he asks, of the accent.