He reached up and undid the buttons of his shirt, letting the wet fabric slide and fall to the floor as well. Ireland used the towel to wipe at his face and ruffle his hair a bit more dry so that he wasn't completely dripping everywhere. "Zombies exist here? Huh. That's new. I knew that there were those who've tried to use the dead as slaves to the living." He shook his head. "A tragedy, really."