[It was not exactly what she was asking as she was referring more to dietary habits still, but she'll take it. Knowing he could not infect anyone, perhaps, was more of something she needed to know anyway.

Enid visibly puts her guard up a little when he moves to the fridge but mostly stays as she is. Call it being watchful.]

That's... a relief. [She felt herself say, at least being honest about it.] If you were one of them, I don't think I'd be able to trust you at all. The infected always turn, I mean, so it'd make no sense if you were stuck somewhere in between being one of us and them.

[Doesn't mean she trust him yet, but she's working it out so maybe she will be able to. This here just happens to be the awkward start of that.]