"Meh. Makes em' a little cranky." Hank said, not seeming to be affected by the new information.
"What does that even mean? And, aren't you like, worried, or anything? About the new info...?" Gabriel asked, trying to see if any mental distress would emerge from him.
"By that, I mean it makes em' feral. Mutates them." Hank said, pulling out the corpse and pointing to the darkened skin, plopping it on the ground so he could properly form signs, ignoring Gabriel's comments about him being worried.
"See that? This one was changin' slow. I don't understand how it works, but if whatever happens to him happens to you, well... I guess this is a zombie movie." Hank said.
"Wait, you know about zombie movies???" Rory asked.
"First one came out in 1932, and I'm 42." Hank said.
"Oho! Cleary our dear Nazis have been fiddling with quite the dangerous little magic tricks!" Da Vinci said.
"This is magic?" Gabriel asked, "I can't sense anything."
"Indeed. Very weak magic, but magic nonetheless. As time passed in the Real World, sorcery degraded heavily than what could be achieved in times past, so it's surprising anybody besides you guys could achieve even this." Da Vinci said.