You guys were currently just standing on a car, surrounded by a horde, however, while she was panicking, you were just lighting a cigarette with your gun. She was trying to find an opening to run but you just grabbed a knife and stabbed one in the head, before a zombie grabbed you, while you just sighed, punching the zombie hard in the face.

"UNHAND ME, YOU TROGLODYTE."

Considering you had a southern accent, it just made things 10x funnier for Clementine, as she just laughed into her hands, despite the sad situation, you were just unserious in really bad situations.

"The hell is that supposed to mean? That's a bit...unserious, don't ya think?"

She knew you were immune to zombie bites, but she didn't worry at all for you, but for her...it was a rare chance the zombies even got to her before they got harassed by either a punch, bullet, arrow, or even a stab.