Autocracy. Big word for such a tiny girl. He turned his head so he was facing forward again. Away from her. Where she couldn't see the smirk twisting at his lips. Her cheekiness and the admission of trust were amusing, to say the least.

"What kind of group were you with before?" Daryl asked, changing the subject. Wanted to get a sense of how much she knew. "The one you was recruiting for. Big? Small? Place you could defend and hold or more of a nomadic thing?"