[Her own gaze drops to Michonne's resting form and she draws in a breath, reluctantly stepping farther into the room. There will be time for planning after the more important things at hand are out of the way, so she ignores the question for the time being.]
How's she doing? [Her voice is hushed, and she wonders who's taken over as doctor since Denise was killed. Her conversation with Tara had been brief, but long enough to learn that much, and she folds her arms across her chest, more for something to do with them than her defensive posture might suggest.
She chews her lower lip and looks at the blood stain on Rick's shirt.]
How are you doing for that matter? [She can't tell if he's been shot or stabbed, but either way, it's not good.]
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How's she doing? [Her voice is hushed, and she wonders who's taken over as doctor since Denise was killed. Her conversation with Tara had been brief, but long enough to learn that much, and she folds her arms across her chest, more for something to do with them than her defensive posture might suggest.
She chews her lower lip and looks at the blood stain on Rick's shirt.]
How are you doing for that matter? [She can't tell if he's been shot or stabbed, but either way, it's not good.]