Funny thing is she doesn't say it, but he could guess it. Her dislike is radiant; she's like a cat with all its fur puffed up, whether or not she glares out of the corner of her eyes at him. If that kinda thing bothered him-- well, if it did, he wouldn't be the sort of man to more-or-less kidnap her for Woodbury, so who gives a shit.

She's got a lot of fight in her, and more than warm bodies or mechanic skills, that's what they need. The town is full of good folk but a lot of them, they've never been fighters. They got lucky and found somewhere that hasn't fallen yet. And what they do, the way they keep normal alive, it's important-- but they need defense, too.

"Probably've said the same thing myself," he says at length, with a chuckle. Mostly to annoy her, if he's honest.