Shane stepped out of the RV carrying the bag of weapons and nearly ploughed straight into Lori who heading inside the RV for more equipment for the camp. They stood nervously staring at each other; each desperately trying to think of a way of breaking the awkwardness between them.

"I hear he woke up." Shane finally said, raising his eyes to meet Lori's. It was the first time the two of them had been alone, really alone; since Rick's arrival back at the quarry.

"Yeah…drifting in and out, but yeah he'll be all right." Lori smiled widely and Shane felt his heart stutter at the sight. He looked down at his feet and then looked back up, forcing an answering smile to his face.

"That's good." He stated and picked up the bag to walk past her. He stopped before he'd even taken two steps and called back: "Did you mean it?" He turned around to see that Lori had paused on the steps of the RV.

"What?" She asked, confusion wrinkling her brow.

"You said stay. Did you mean it?" Shane took a step in her direction and Lori turned around to face him fully. "Look, if you didn't, just say so. But do it now. I need to know."

"I meant it."

"All right then." A brief smile flickered over Shane's face and he turned to walk away, a little lighter in step. Lori stood by the RV watching him go and already regretting her quick remark. She meant 'stay' as in 'stay with the group, help protect us' and not 'stay with me, love me.' Rick was back now and they were together again; her hand flittered lightly over her abdomen before she snatched it away and turned to mount the steps of the RV.

"I hear you're fast on your feet and know how to get in and out." Maggie placed her hands on her hips and looked over at Glenn, startling him with her sudden appearance. He blinked at her, not quite knowing how to respond. Was it an innuendo or a serious question?

"Got a pharmacy run. You in?" Ah, a serious question then.

"Uh…" He hesitated in responding and was saved by Dale's question coming from behind them.

"Miss, what's the water situation here?"
"Got five wells on our land. House draws directly from number one, number two wells right over there." She pointed at a spot out in the middle of the field. "We use it for the cattle, but it's just as pure. Take what you. There's a cart and containers in the generator shed behind the house." She turned to Glenn who was still dumbstruck in her presence. "I'll go saddle your horse then." Glenn's mouth dropped open as she strode off in the direction of the stables, and he turned to Dale.

"Horse…?"

"Give up our guns?" Andrea found Shane setting up his cleaning station on an old wooden picnic bench beneath a stand of trees at the far end of the camp; where the RV was parked.

"You heard Rick. We're guests here."

"And you're okay with it?" Andrea simply couldn't believe that Shane would just willing hand over his only form of protection.

"I don't recall being asked. Now give up your weapon."

"You mean like rolling over. I don't." Andrea held tightly onto the canvas shoulder bag where her gun was stored.

"Look, I have to strip and clean them anyway. You still want to learn?" Shane looked up, preparing to compromise a little. "Go on." He nodded toward the table and Andrea gave a little huff as she placed her pistol on the table.

"All right. Sit down." Andrea placed her bag on the bench and sat down. "Unload your weapon." Andrea picked up the pistol, preparing to eject the clip; pistol pointing directly at Shane. Shane's hand reached out to cover hers, pushing the pistol so that it was facing away from them both. "Hey, hey. Check the chamber. Pull it back." He waited until she followed his instructions and then continued. "That's it. Push that lever out. Pull the slide off." Shane waited until Andrea had successfully completed each stage before instructing her on the next task. "You're halfway there." She smiled broadly, proud of her accomplishments.

Rick was sitting on the front porch steps as Daryl and Merle came into view. He called out to them;

"Daryl. You okay on your own?" Daryl motioned for Merle to carry on without him and strolled over to answer Rick.

"I'm better on my own. Don't worry, I'll be back before dark." Daryl shook off Rick's concerns and turned to resume his trek.

"Hey! We got a base. We can get this search properly organised now."

"You got a point or are we just chattin'?" Daryl hitched his crossbow higher on his shoulder, itching to get started.

"My point is it lets you off the hook. You don't owe us anything."

"My other plans fell through." Daryl muttered sarcastically and strode off to rejoin Merle waiting for him at the edge of the property. Pompous ass! Thinkin' that I'd just give up lookin' for 'Phia just like that! Smug bastards can sit on their asses all day long as far as I care – I ain't ready to quit on the girl just yet.

"What did Officer Friendly want with you this time?" Merle asked as Daryl reached his side, he could tell by the expression on his face that whatever it was had ticked him off good.

"Tellin' me I was off the hook; that I didn't need to keep on searchin' for Sophia. What, did they think I would really just stop lookin' just because they have a 'base' now? Can you really see any of them tryin' to trace a little girl that could be anywhere within' ten miles from here? Rick couldn't even make out Sophia's tracks on that first day and they were right in front of him! Christ, Merle! It's been two days already, do they really think that we can just afford to sit on our asses for yet another day and do nuthin'?"

"Whoa! Calm down, 'lil brother." Merle held up his hands in surrender, recognising the barely simmering rage in Daryl's eyes. "Between the two of us, we should be able to find one little girl, doncha think? So let's stop all this pussy footin' around and go bring her back!"

Hershel stepped out of the house to join Rick on the porch; he was going to walk around the perimeter of the property with the other man; looking for any signs of Sophia. Rick was still looking at the retreating figures of Daryl and Merle striding toward the highway and then onto the creek. He couldn't make out what he had said to make the other man suddenly look so angry… He looked up as Hershel moved up to stand beside him and gestured over to where the weathered A-Frame building stood.

"We could give you more space, set up over by the barn." Rick offered, knowing that the other man resented their presence on his land.

"No. No need for that. It's better that you stay close to the house. I don't say this easily, Rick. We don't normally take in strangers. I can't have your people thinking this is permanent. Once you find this girl and your boy's fit for travel, I expect you'll move on. We need to be clear on that." Hershel swung a water bottle over his shoulder, and armed with a map, prepared to join the search for Sophia.

"Hello, farmer's daughter…" Glenn was waiting for Maggie to return with the promised horses and caught sight of her arrival through the binoculars. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her tank top wearing top half only to pull them away from his eyes when Lori stepped right in front of him.

"Hi. Here's your list." Lori handed over the list containing the items most required; the usual toiletry items plus everything that Hershel required to restock his medical supplies. Lori hesitated and then reached into her back pocket for another list; folded into a small square.

"And…There's one other item, I wrote it down separately. It's personal. If we could be real discreet about that, okay?"

"Sure." Glenn opened up the tiny square as Lori thanked him and started to walk way. He frowned down at the writing. "Ah, what is it?"

"Kind of missing the point of the whole discreet thing, Glenn." Lori half turned toward him and raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, right. Yeah…" Lori walked away and Glenn hurried after her, still not quite understanding the item listed. "I just need to know where to find it." He said quietly, Lori paused thought for a moment about how to word her response, she finally settled for: "Try the feminine hygiene section."

"Oh. Enough said. Consider it done." Glenn looked down at the note, a flush staining his cheeks at the thought of having to root through boxes of tampons and other sanitary items and wishing that Lori had given that particular list to Maggie.