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This is Rosita. I'll hit you back when I can.

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[She makes a sound of understanding, because she does. Bonds formed on the road run deep, and they're tested from day one in ways others might never be.

No wonder.]

I'm glad you had that. I'm still -

Well, honestly, I'm still being kind of a bitch to everyone including you.

You've been through a lot. And the Admiral didn't exactly give you time to figure anything out.

I get it.

You -

You helped Maggie.

...and Sasha.

...Yeah. I tried to.

I don't know how much I actually did.

There wasn't a lot to be done.

But I wasn't - I'm not sure. What to do around you.

You helped Sasha.

...Is that a bad thing?

No. I'm glad you did.

But it means I don't know -

I just thought maybe you were closer to her.

No. I'm not really close to anyone, Rosita.

I think I annoyed her more than anything. She was always really frustrated with me.

That's just how she was.

She'd lost a lot.

I know. I...just always felt she needed more than I could give. But I tried.

It doesn't mean we can't learn to be friends, does it?

It's just how she was.

Me and Michonne - we found her once, tired of being on the defense, killing as many walkers as she could find. She needed something she wasn't going to find while she was alive.

But no, it doesn't. But you're not learning. You're acting like we're already there.

What do you need me to do?

Let me go on some scouting runs with you.

You're the only other survivor here. The only one I don't have to explain anything to. That'll take us a long ways, but I don't know the things that you know.

Okay. I'd like that.

We're about due for a port; we can do supply runs together then. Plus there's the Enclosure.

What are ports like?

It depends. They're all pretty different. We went to one that was in space; that was pretty crazy. I still have some alien weed.

I never dreamed I'd ever go off the freaking planet.

You never dreamed of being an astronaut?

...Nah me either. But I used to watch a lot of astronomy documentaries. It was really soothing to me, thinking of how small the world actually is.

Nah. Dying alone, cold, and exploded in the empty vacuum of space never really appealed to me.

I wanted to fix the planet we already had.

Always? Even before the planet was...dead?

Especially before the planet was dead.

When I thought there was a chance we could maybe do it.

[Idiota.]

That's ambitious. I mean I used to go to protests and sit ins, I'd write to Senators and go to Capitol Hill.

But I never thought it'd be fixed. Not until we had to start all the way over.

I always planned for one person at a time.

One else at a time.

I like that.

It's hard to stay focused on the individual sometimes.

I always thought -

[Christ it's hard to remember how it felt, before. It feels like an eternity ago.]

I always thought it was the only way to change anything. Start where you are. Move up.