"The day he finally got on fucking board?" she asks, because even though she has come to peace with it, even though she agrees with how Rick handled it in the end, turns out there's still some residual frustration.

Largely because she was still deep, deep in the claws of blind rage at the time, and her worst nights, and grief so sharp she could taste it every time she saw Sasha or thought about Hilltop. She can't say more without admitting to any of that though, so she swallows and nods.