Mojave went still as Rancor shifted his weight onto him, trying not to tense up from their proximity. He'd never come this close to Mojave before, not once- and his heartbeat picked up again, his mind doing its best to remain focused on the words Rancor was saying. ... Well... I tried to talk sense to him for a little bit. But after one too many 'accidental' close calls, I lost faith. Mojave huffed, a slight shakiness to his voice as he battled nervousness. Gave up on... all of it, really. Best choice I made, although I do hope Amorak didn't end up that thing's meal

When Rancor brought up Amorak's intrusive nature, Mojave glanced away, as though he were expecting his ex-coworker to pop up at any moment. Always, He began, but his voice stuttered to a halt as Rancor pushed against him more, choking up slightly. Clearing his throat, Mojave forced himself to let go, breathing in deep and exhaling audibly. His muscles relaxed again, though his nerves were still on fire. Always, He started over, raising his voice slightly as he recalled those annoying times. At the worst times, too. I think he was stalking us... or, me, perhaps. He leaned away some as Rancor snapped at the collar, holding in a surprised chuckle.
He WAS. Ugh, to think that he'd heard... ALL of that... he was saying all sorts of terrible things afterwards, making all kinds of insinuations. I'm almost certain he'll be here any second now, even if your impression of him is terrible.

He fell silent for a bit, sighing. Things had been simpler when his main priority was that walking corpse... he'd miss that life, just a little bit. Finally, Mojave seemed to truly relax, as he momentarily drifted off into thoughts about the past...
Surely, we weren't the only strange figures you met, right? I mean, the island was chock-full of oddities. I don't know how you can think a zombie is far-fetched with the kinds of things I've seen around...