If Carol were to be honest, she can't stand the people on the ship. It's not that they're bad people; she really couldn't speak to that. It's that every time someone talks to her, she remembers saying goodbye to Beverly and how she left things with Helen and that Cinna went home to die and she just keeps her head down and pretends she didn't hear. But it was the only option, until now, so she took it. And now...
Well, they'll have to see. She's not above challenging Daryl on whether they should stay, but on a foggy alien landscape with God knows what out there and the ship in pieces and with her head concussed isn't the time to get into anything of the sort.
After a sigh, in which she is obviously considering saying she can make it, Carol slowly eases herself to the ground, holding her head in her hands, eyes closed. Trying like hell not to puke and waiting for the world to stop spinning.
"I don't think I'll be much use to anyone," she says, with all due bitterness. Though she has purposefully not made friends on the ship, that doesn't mean she wouldn't help people who were injured if she could.
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Well, they'll have to see. She's not above challenging Daryl on whether they should stay, but on a foggy alien landscape with God knows what out there and the ship in pieces and with her head concussed isn't the time to get into anything of the sort.
After a sigh, in which she is obviously considering saying she can make it, Carol slowly eases herself to the ground, holding her head in her hands, eyes closed. Trying like hell not to puke and waiting for the world to stop spinning.
"I don't think I'll be much use to anyone," she says, with all due bitterness. Though she has purposefully not made friends on the ship, that doesn't mean she wouldn't help people who were injured if she could.