"James. Shaggy dark hair, metal arm. Understood." She gave a firm nod of her head and committed that information to memory. She realized that likely seemed like an odd answer for someone who was supposed to be a child to give, so she tried explaining without giving too much away. She had become good at selective truth telling in the company of Frank Walker.

"I recruited people back home. I can find him." If he was one of their people, it was her job to make sure she kept a lookout for him. Daryl was going to be pulling the supplies, and wouldn't be able to focus on watching others around them. That was her self-imposed job.

She rose up to sit on her knees, so she could perch high enough to look around and see others more clearly. She was eager to get to get a chance to see some of the others that were here. There was just one thing that put doubt in her mind. "Are you sure he won't mind my being around?"