[ She didn't figure any entity in the universe that might exist would throw her a bone, one big enough to talk to Judith at least one more time, to tell her she's still coming home, and she's still coming home with Rick. One day. Though she doesn't show much more emotion, it takes a moment for Michonne to pull it together enough and tuck the walkie into her back pocket again and stand up straight. ]

It'd be too damn convenient for anything that might help get us out, to work right. Whoever's bringing us here, wants us here. Can't make it easy to leave, so. Makes sense.

[ Whether it's truly the aurora blocking things and it was luck that someone hell-bent on trapping people managed to find this place, or it's manufactured interference doesn't matter. Not really. She needs to get to the village, get supplies, and figure out what she's doing from there. ]

Thank you. For everything. Trust is hard-won where I'm from.

[ Ob both sides of the coin. There's no wariness from Randvi to take Michonne into the heart of where others are living, which means there are no rules, no reason to vet people or keep them out. Maybe—maybe—it won't be as fucked as home. She isn't holding her breath, though. ]