She was used to David Nix telling her what to do. He had created her, he was obligated to give her a purpose and direction. She had become aware and unique enough to begin creatively interpreting his orders, and often was like any other teenage girl in that she did what she wanted when she felt the situation warranted free will. Daryl didn't seem like he was needlessly bossing her around. It seemed, based on his tone and the way he was looking at her, that he wanted her to follow orders so she would be safe.

It was almost a concept foreign to her that she found herself smiling as she nodded in response to his question. "I came back." She agreed with him on the fact that she had done the smart thing, nodding eagerly as she crouched down to grab hold of her backpack. The knife couldn't be stored properly under her dress, so she needed to hide it there. People would be frightened if someone who looked as young as she did was running around with a weapon.

"Now we should make a plan on what to do next. Together." She held her head high and looked him in the eye, not apologizing for the fact she had deviated from his plan when she went off on her own. She wasn't sorry for doing it, since it had saved time. And he didn't seem to actually be cross with her, just worried she was going to do something to get one or the both of them killed.