[ Lowering her katana to the side, she steps aside to let the other woman in so they can at least be out of the snow and the cold wind while they figure this out. ]
Abandoned. Picked over, too. Thing is—[ She makes a decision in this moment to trust but stay guarded, explaining, but not oversharing. ]—it was summer. The whole damn opposite of this.
[ Michonne finally sheathes the katana again, going to the window and looking out in the direction the girl came from. Another cabin, maybe this was a retreat once. Looks like the end of the world just the same as home, so for now, she can't assume there aren't walkers. Glancing back over, she has to ask. ]
You see any dead out there?
[ She doesn't clarify what kind, she figures it's a simple question to answer. ]
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Abandoned. Picked over, too. Thing is—[ She makes a decision in this moment to trust but stay guarded, explaining, but not oversharing. ]—it was summer. The whole damn opposite of this.
[ Michonne finally sheathes the katana again, going to the window and looking out in the direction the girl came from. Another cabin, maybe this was a retreat once. Looks like the end of the world just the same as home, so for now, she can't assume there aren't walkers. Glancing back over, she has to ask. ]
You see any dead out there?
[ She doesn't clarify what kind, she figures it's a simple question to answer. ]