She can't even judge him. Michonne wanted her on her council but Rosita never would agree, preferred to be with the scavenging and hunting parties, going outside the walls again and again like few others could. She didn't want to sit in a town hall and talk about things that would only matter if Michonne agreed. She didn't want to talk and talk and talk and talk about things that were important, yes, but not vital in the way clearing walkers always was.

"Were you one of the people that wished we could go back?" she asks. She was in the beginning. She doesn't think she is now, not if she's being honest.