FanFicReader47: Thank you for the idea, I did kinda use it because it was really good. So thank you again. Big meet up is next chapter. Wanted to put a few things in this one rather than just throwing the group into the big meeting.

So, this is an entirely non-canon chapter, but I had a direction I wanted to take it and it took a little longer to get there than I anticipated. Also, had to address something that's been on my mind for a while about the show... It will probably start taking me longer to put chapters up here soon as I have not watched past season 3 and so, well, I get to make new stories for a little bit and then I'm going to have to watch the episode at least once before I start writing and then while I'm writing, so it's going to take probably at least 3 days once we're done at Woodbury. Hope everyone enjoys this one!

Sophia and Tyreese were on watch when they returned to the prison. Tea had come out looking pissed off and told them to leave the car until night time before walking back into the prison without another word. Rick tried to inform Tea of what happened as he entered, but she'd pretty much written him off. There was currently a heated discussion going on between between her, Merle, and Glenn.

"Yeah, yeah, lata," she told him before continuing on with the conversation. "I'm jus' sayin'. Why haven' we jus' been callin' 'em what they are?"

"They're dead! They don't care what we call 'em," Merle quipped, both amused and annoyed by the topic at hand.

"Seriously, Tea, you've been at this for at least an hour. Why does it matter?" Glenn whined, finding the entire topic of discussion ridiculous; the rest of the group had been a part of it at first, but when Tea got more and more worked up over it, even Daryl had walked away laughing. The only ones left trying to argue with her were Merle and Glenn, and Glenn was more trying to appease her than argue.

"'Cause! We're in a fuckin' zombie apocalypse!" she cried out suddenly, startling Rick and making Michonne and Carl immediately start laughing. "We ain' eva once called 'em such! They're fuckin' zombies! How is it that I'm jus' now realizin' we've neva once called 'em fuckin' zombies?!"

"Is this really important?" Rick asked incredulously.

"A course it is, Rick!" she said, looking at him as if he were a ghost, completely shocked that he didn't see the enormity of the situation like she did; it was Pluto all over again.

"Best to leave it alone," Daryl told the man as he walked up to him. "She's in a right worked up state. Seen her like this once before when she found that billboard over the winter, remember? Worst damn run I've ever been on with her. Wouldn't shut up 'bout it the entire time."

"Oh God!" Rick said, his face contorting into torment at the memory of her randomly getting irritated and shouting that Pluto was a planet no matter what the idiot scientists said. "She went on about it for a few days!"

"Hyperfixation or somethin' like that she calls it," Daryl said, pointing to the girl as she got into Merle's personal space in a stance that was made even more comical by the height difference; she was leaning toward his brother with her fists held up in front of her, not in a fighting way, but as if she was holding something in them, staring at him with determination as she recounted what they called the dead.

"Seriously! We've called 'em bitas, walkas, geeks, the dead. Ya said the Philly people called 'em lamebrains, right Glenn? Hell, we've called 'em roamas and lurkas! Dale called the one in the well a swimma!" she said, ticking them off with her fingers to keep tally. "Neva once have we called 'em what they actually are! We've neva called 'em zombies! We're fightin' fuckin' zombies! This could be a fuckin' video game, Glenn! We're fuckin' zombie huntas!"

"This really the hill you wanna die on, Ani?" Merle asked her, earning a mildly confused glance from the surrounding people at how he called her.

"It ain' a fuckin' hill at all, Merle! It's the truth!" she insisted.

"Fine, Tea, you win," Glenn said, shaking his head and giving up. She was right, and it seemed like a stupid topic to be fighting about to begin with now that he was burnt out on it. "They're zombies. But does it really matter what we call them?"

"Well, no, but it's jus' that we neva call 'em what they are!" she said, grinning like a Cheshire cat as she finally got someone to admit she was right; the rest had said it didn't matter and wouldn't outright admit they were zombies. "And I can' believe I jus' taday thought a it! Like, seriously, how've we gone a year durin' a zombie apocalypse without even addressin' it?"

Rick finally had the chance to tell Tea about Morgan after she settled down and asked if she would be willing to take a trip to visit him and try to talk to him herself. She agreed before telling him that they were going to leave the guns in the car for the time being. Over a couple days, they could bring them into the prison under the cover of darkness, a single bag at a time, only a couple bags a night when the car and entrance to the prison were completely shadowed by the night. If the Governor was watching the roads, they needed to play it safe so that he did not know their strengths and weaknesses. Unless they had nightvision goggles or something like that, they wouldn't be able to tell what weapons they had. She also planned on letting Rick stay in the room with her if negotiations took place; she doubted a man like the Governor would take a woman as seriously as he would a man when it came to negotiating peace terms. Most men didn't like dealing with a woman in power on the best of days.

"Damn, girly, I didn't think you'd be smart enough to figure that out," Merle said, a grin appearing without his awareness.

"I'm smart 'nough ta do anythin', includin' winnin' an argument ova the great Merle Dixon," she teased, grinning back at him and bringing up the zombie topic again.

"Who said you won?" he quipped.

"Well, they are zombies, right?"

"We're really goin' back to this?"

"Dammit, Merle! Jus' admit I'm right!" she smiled.

"You think so highly of yourself, don't you girly?"

Nearly the entire group was trying to control their fits of laughter after a while as the two went back and forth the entire time they were on watch together outside. They continued throughout the evening, nitpicking each other over the topic, Merle plainly having fun at egging the girl on and Tea having no clue he was because she was just trying to prove her point, though giggling often at first. However, as it got close to nightfall, Tea was clearly no longer playing around. She was getting angry and having a hard time not snapping at Merle when he tried to goad her into the conversation, eventually simply ignoring him and everyone else until she walked away.

"What'd I do?" Merle asked Daryl and Rick as they watched her retreat into her cell after bringing the topic up again. "Was all good fun, why's she so pissed?"

"It was all good fun," Rick told him, his attitude having changed slightly toward the older redneck after watching him interact with Tea. "Emphasis on was. I think she's fed up. I mean, I'm no expert when it comes to her, but I do know that sometimes autistic people will become so frustrated with a situation they shut down rather than deal with it. I think she might be doing that."

"All over me not callin' 'em zombies?" Merle asked, clearly finding the whole thing confusing and becoming agitated himself. "Tough fuckin' shit!"

"It ain't like that, Merle," Daryl said. "She don't think like us. You've egged her on enough she just don't want to bother with it. She's not having fun anymore. You burned her outta her own topic."

"So she's angry 'cause I didn't drop it? Man, how do you put up with her?" he asked his brother, completely pissed off by the whole situation.

"I love her," Daryl said with a shrug of his shoulders. "And she's pretty easy to read after a while. Most of our fights are 'cause I'm too easy for her to read or I get angry 'cause of somethin' her mind makes her do, like bein' understandin'. You've only been 'round her for a week. It'll get easier to understand her."

"Don't give me that crap, man," Merle said with a scoff. "Why should I understand her? She shouldn't be such a pussy!"

"It ain' 'bout her bein' a pussy or anythin' like that!" Daryl said heatedly, shoving his brother's shoulder roughly. "She's different than us, Merle. Her brain is different than ours! She can't help how she reacts any more than you can help bein' hungry or needin' to take a piss! You said you knew her past, knew what she'd been through. This is why they did that to her! 'Cause she don't act or think like they did! Now you're doin' the same crap! I'm tellin' you now, you call her a pussy again I'm gonna knock you on your ass! She don't need that shit from no one anymore, least of all people she considers family!"

Merle looked at how angry Daryl was, yet he was staying mostly calm and trying to keep his voice down. The entire time he was talking, he'd occasionally glance up to their cell to see if she was standing there. The boy was literally keeping his cool to not piss off his girl or make things any more awkward for her. Merle could feel the gravity of the situation and let his brother's words sink in, not that he would show it on his face.

Once again, Merle was shocked by how much Daryl had changed since the quarry. He'd never once had a backbone and now he was standing up to him over calling Ani a pussy. It was true that her blood had thought similarly to what he had just been thinking, though he hadn't even realized he was thinking that at the time. Rolling his eyes as he walked away, he made his way to the cell the girl was in.

"Why's it matter so damn much to ya?" he asked her, watching as she mindlessly cleaned the bolts from Daryl's crossbow.

"It jus' does. Ya t'ink I know why me mind works t'e way it does?" she said with a scoff, turning to him, face void of emotion but her eyes looked troubled. "Ya t'ink I don' know it's a stupid fuckin' t'ing ta fixate on? T'at I don' hear meself talkin'? T'ink I like bein' teased for it? I still can' stop fuckin' t'inkin' 'bout t'e fact t'at we are lit'rally livin' in a zombie apocalypse and we neva called it t'at! Me brain is so fuckin' stupid and useless sometimes."

"You thought I was teasin' you, huh?" he asked, not denying her brain could be stupid.

"Not at first, but ya kept pushin' and pushin'. How's t'at not teasin'?" she asked. "At first, we were bot' havin' fun, but ya saw I was startin' ta ge' upset. I know ya did, 'cause ya'd leave it alone for a while 'til I calmed back down. T'en ya'd start back up for ya own amusement. How's t'at not teasin'?"

"Hmm, never thought about it like that," he said, pursing his lips and nodding his head in understanding. "Didn't mean to make you feel that way."

"Apology accepted," she said, knowing it'd hurt the old man's pride to actually say the words 'I'm sorry.'

"Fuck, girly, you really do read people easily, don't you?"

"Ya know, that was me first job," she said, both sharing a chuckle, the anger and anxiety leaving her body as soon as he apologized.

Merle turned to walk away, noticing both Carol and Daryl standing there, Carol holding a soft smile while Daryl was openly smirking. He told them to shut it as he stormed past. If they thought he was going soft for anyone but Ani, maybe a little on Daryl, they had another thing coming. And it was just because he knew her whole past that he was soft on her, that's all, or at least that's what he told himself. Merle was pissed that he'd been caught apologizing to the girl when he didn't even notice them standing there. The pair shared a look and chuckled as they entered the cell one after another.

"You okay?" Daryl asked, walking up to her.

"Yeah, he's a big softy," she chuckled. "Jus' don' see his worth, is all. He'll come 'round."

"I can see that," Carol told her. "I might have over stepped the other day. He's different than he used to be."

"Don' tell 'im that, Cars! He might 'ave an aneurysm!" Tea laughed, Daryl chuckling along with her. "Thanks for seein' it."

"It's hard not to, to be honest," the woman said, grabbing up the hunters' dirty clothes to take to the washing as they watched with twin expressions of bewilderment. "Though, I wonder how much of that is for the group and how much is for the two of you."

"He tried helpin' Glenn and Maggie," Daryl told her. "He's still here, ain't he?"

"I know. I'm not meaning anything by it, just an observation," Carol responded. "I'm going to take these to the wash and bring 'em back later, ok? Neither of you are on watch tonight, right?"

"No," Daryl said. "I'm stealin' Ania for the night. Tell the others not to bother us for once."

"D, that ain' fair," she said with a laugh, finding it absolutely adorable how he was being clingy again.

"Hell it ain't!" he responded light heartedly. "If Glenn and Maggie can get some alone time, why can't we?"

"They ain' the leada."

"They can be tonight," he said as he shooed Carol out of the cell and threw a blanket over the opening. "Haven't had a single day someone's not comin' in and botherin' us. You can't even get a decent night sleep, Ania, and I know it. Last time you focused like that on somethin' it was after you damn near passed out from exhaustion. Tell me you've slept more'n me the last week we've been at the prison and I'll let you out that door," he said.

Daryl knew that for once, she was thinking he was being clingy when he was honestly concerned for her. He knew full well that she was dead on her feet. Between getting the barriers up and clearing the tombs, she'd also been on every other watch duty. Damn near every night, someone was coming in to give her their report and instead of having someone else go on watch, she'd walk out. Ania had spent more time on watch than she spent sleeping and she'd started waking up before he did, too. He was a damn insomniac, always had bags under his eyes since he was a teen, but even he'd been getting more sleep than Ania lately. She was overworked and needed a night to just sleep without the others coming and asking her what the next step was or waking her up because they didn't know who was on watch next.

"D!" she groaned. "Don' do this ta me."

"Ain't doin' nothin' to you 'til you get some sleep," he smirked, coming over to the bed and kneeling in front of her.

"At least let me tell 'em!"

"Carol'll handle it," he said, unlacing her boots.

He took them off of her before doing the same to her shirt, leaving her in her sports bra and pushing her until she was lying on her back. Tea let out a sigh, giving into his demands and enjoying the feeling of Daryl pampering her as he helped her out of her pants before taking his own boots and shirt off and making to lay down next to her. She rolled onto her side, facing him and wriggling back towards the wall to give him more space. He laid down on his back, one hand under the pillow, as she laid down on his shoulder and covered them to their waist. She brought her arm up and around his torso, his arm coming up to rest alongside hers, holding her bicep in his hand. It didn't take her more than a minute to fall asleep. He rolled over to face her and just watched her sleep, not feeling tired himself. Rick managed to come in once she'd fallen asleep, earning a glare from Daryl as he rolled back onto his back, her moving with him to feel as much of his heat as she could.

"Better be a damn good reason you're here," he said quietly.

"Just double checking everything's okay. Merle came up here and then Carol came down saying you were keepin' her up here for the night," Rick told him, being just as quiet seeing the girl sleeping.

"They're fine. Hell, I'd dare say he cares about her more'n me at this point," Daryl said, no mirth in his voice, just a soft smile on his lips as she nuzzled his chest and sighed in her sleep. "She needs a good night sleep, Rick. If you can't handle one night, let Glenn do it. Hell, even Merle or Hershel can do it. It's just one fuckin' night, for cryin' out loud!"

Rick held up his hands in surrender, watching as Daryl's arms tightened around the sleeping woman in his arms as if holding her was the only thing keeping him on the bed, "Okay, okay. I'll leave you be."

Daryl pressed a kiss to her head as he rolled them back onto their sides, bringing his hand down to her leg to lift her knee. Placing his leg between hers, he draped the one in his hand over his and wrapped his around her other leg. He brought his arm up and wrapped her hair in his hand while laying laid his chin against her forehead, getting comfortable. Even though he wasn't tired when he laid down, laying with her in his arms found him drifting to sleep faster than he thought he would.

~x~

Daryl forced Tea to take the entire next day and night off, too, only letting her order the others around and otherwise keeping her by his side the entire time, forcing a book into her hands as he sharpened his knife. Merle had been kind enough to take watch for him, telling him to make Ani relax even if he had to tie her to the bed. Having both Dixon men telling her to sit and take a break for the day made it impossible for her to deny them. She ended up taking a nap on Daryl's lap sometime in the early afternoon, her hair flaying out behind her as he played with the strands. Merle walked in to check on them after his watch, inwardly smiling at the sight.

"That's a lot of hair," he commented, watching his brother.

"Yeah it is," Daryl stated, running his fingers through it and removing the knots.

"Should cut it off," Merle shrugged. "That's an awful lot of chances to be grabbed."

"Don't want it cut," came his reply.

"Who don't? She don't or you don't?" When Daryl didn't answer, Merle laughed even louder, startling her awake. "Don't want her to cut her hair. Hell, it's hangin' down to her ass when she stands!"

"I don' wanna cut it, Merle," she said tiredly from Daryl's lap, rolling over and rubbing the sleep out of her eye. "I wouldn' mind Vikin' braids or somethin' like that ta keep it outta me face, but I don' wanna cut it."

"Just gonna get in the way," Merle told her, thinking about all the ways it could get caught. "Anyone could grab hold of it. How'd you get away if it gets grabbed?"

"Prolly cut it then," she said honestly. "Don' see a point a cuttin' it 'til it happens, though."

"Point is so it don't happen," Merle said harshly. "You need to cut it 'fore it causes problems, Ani."

"I ain' cuttin' me hair 'til I need ta, Merle. Ain' happenin'. Consider me Samson," she said as she sat up, folding her arms and looking much like a petulant child.

Merle just scoffed and dropped the subject, "We got all the weapons in last night. Know you said to wait and bring them in over a few days, but we should have it all inside if Andrea comes back. Should probably get to takin' inventory."

"Yeah, we should get to that," Tea sighed, running a hand through her hair before leaning back and giving Daryl a kiss.

Getting up and stretching, she put her boots back on and grabbed her crossbow. Heading out into the cell block, she slapped Glenn on the shoulder as she passed him and nodded at Hershel before walking over to Rick. They worked together to unpack the bags full of rifles, ammo, and grenades. They even had managed to grab a new crossbow and a couple new quivers of bolts. One thing Tea was absolutely thrilled about was the trip wire they'd brought; that opened up a lot of new possibilities when it came to defending the prison. She was happy to be able to replace her machete, too, though it was a bit smaller than her original Slice.

~x~

Sasha was on watch the next day when Tea came out to join her, "How's it goin'?"

"All clear," she replied.

"Haven' had much chance ta talk ta ya and Tyreese," Tea said. "Phia told me 'bout how ya otha companions were wantin' ta take ova while we were gone. How ya stood up ta 'em and protected Beth and Axel from the potential threat. Ya did good and were a part a the group 'fore ya were even accepted. That's a rare thing ta find these days."

"We were given food, shelter, and protection. What was the point in risking that when all we had to do was wait? And even though it didn't work out how we hoped," Sasha said, stopping to huff a laugh. "You have a baby. An actual baby. Thought she was Beth's at first."

Tea chuckled, "Nah, girl jus' likes bein' helpful and is good at playin' momma. Betta than I could eva be. Cryin' jus' ain' me thing. It hurts me ears and fuzzes me brain."

"What does that even mean?" Sasha asked as she watched the young woman.

"Well, ya know well 'nough by now I'm autistic with ADHD. Sounds can be too much for me. Cryin' in general is a trigga for me. It's irritatin' and makes me skin crawl all 'cause me brain can' process it. It sucks 'cause I love that baby with all me heart; kinda adopted a godmomma stance towards 'er. Yet she starts cryin' and don' stop within a few minutes, I'm hopeless and helpless. Neva knew I could hate me mind so much 'til we found this prison."

"I don't much like the sound of silverware clinking on tableware or teeth," Sasha told her.

"Oh gods! Yes! That exactly!" Tea laughed.

"I get it. If I had to deal with that constantly for a long period of time instead of randomly like I do, I'd probably get irritated too. Nothing wrong with that," Sasha said, going to rest a hand on Tea's shoulder but only tapped it instead as she felt the younger girl tense. She sighed before commenting, "It seems to me that the people here trust you to keep them safe and come up with the game plans."

"Yeah, but that's only 'cause I have ta be in control ta make sure it all goes right. If I don' plan, who else will? The othas, only Merle really undastands what it means ta be at war. Hell, me undastandin' comes from movies I've watched and books I've read. It ain' no experience, jus' knowin' how ta strategize."

"I think it's more than that. Tyreese mentioned it to me yesterday when you had your day off. Everyone looks to you not because they have to, as a whole group they work just fine. They want to look to you to lead. I've been here four days and I can see why. You've talked to everyone separately, even me and Tyreese, even if it's just to check how we're doing. You literally help with everything, cook, clean, guard, take care of Judith. You work hard, but make sure the others have time to relax. I've seen you talking to Rick about his wife, saw Carl break down in your arms, and watched as you taught the kids and Beth how to do that scissor choke hold. It's like you're Wonder Woman on crack," Sasha told her, making Tea laugh at the compliment.

"I wouldn' go that far," she laughed. "I'm jus' doin' what I gotta. That's all I've eva done. What I gotta."

"I don't think I've ever met someone who has so much that they gotta do," the woman commented. "Don't you ever relax?"

"When I'm with Daryl," she said with a shrug. "Don' need ta relax much. That's the one good thing 'bout the ADHD. I always got enagy when I need it. One bad thing, though, is I'm always enagetic. Drives Daryl crazy and he does shite like he pulled yestaday not lettin' me work. It kinda makes me moods swing wildly too, though who's ta say that's the ADHD or the autism? So much a the both go hand in hand it took 'em two years ta figure out I wasn' jus' ADHD."

They lapsed into silence for a while. It wasn't awkward or anything. If anything, the comradery they felt was pleasant. Tea hadn't had a conversation like that in a long while outside of talking to Daryl. Sasha was a stranger and had given her more insight into how the other survivors viewed her than she had really thought about. Tea had felt like she had gained the leadership role out of necessity; Rick had needed a right hand man when Shane disappeared and it was either her or Daryl. Daryl would have been the smarter choice as far as strength, but Tea had the mind for planning, so he picked her. And then she just forced her way into a dual leadership role with him when they'd been driven off the farm. Once again, she forced her way into the sole position because Rick's sanity was cracking. No one had batted an eye the entire time. They just took it in stride and acted accordingly. They actually want me ta lead, she thought to herself with a soft smile.

"Well golly gee," Merle's voice sounded from beside her. "What you smilin' for, Ani?"

"Jus' thinkin'. What's up, Mer-man?" she chuckled.

"I'm gonna cuff ya upside the head you call me that again," he growled, thinking about how it was a stupid fucking nickname.

"Ya love me and ya know it," she said cheekily, looking back out at the field. "Ya got somethin' ya need?"

"Just checkin' on you, girly," he said, leaning against the fence and folding his arms, looking back at the prison. "Not entirely sure I trust the others enough to leave you alone around 'em."

She looked at him quizzically and raised an eyebrow, "Don' Daryl do that 'nough for ya? And Sasha's good people. Tyreese too."

"Always within sight, girly. That's what I said, that's what I meant," he told her seriously, turning to face her. "You really survived a week with no food and barely any water?"

"Wouldn' call it survivin', and no, not really. They didn' give me any food and only a bottle a wata. Didn' know I'd already hidden a stash down there afta the first time they'd locked me in for a day. Wasn' much, jus' a couple bags a jerky and dried fruit and a couple a liters a wata, but was 'nough ta get me by. No human can survive a week with no food and only a few sips a wata a day," she told him. "Told ya, I like bein' in control. Even when I had no control ova what was bein' done ta me, I had a semblance a control ova the outcome a some a the worst stuff they did, like lockin' me in the basement. Ya didn' tell Daryl 'bout that, did ya?"

"He don't have the heart to know. How many times did they try to kill you outright like that?"

"Wouldn' know. Lost count afta a while. Don' know why they neva jus' shot or stabbed me and jus' be done with it. Prolly ta keep from bein' the prime suspects in a murda investigation. Bad as me anxiety and depression were back then, I wasn' anywhere near wantin' ta commit suicide without Chrys's manipulation and everyone knew it. Was a topic a discussion at the weekly neighborhood cookouts. 'How's Titania farin' with all that stress?' 'I heard kids like 'er get depressed, is she doin' okay?' Shite like that all the time. So they knew I was dealin' with anxiety and depression, but was right 'nough in the head ta be dealin' with it and not hurtin' meself. That came lata when I was on me own and didn' know nothin' 'bout survivin' outside the abuse. And they jus' found excuses or said I was sick afta the fall out of tryin' ta off meself thanks ta Chrys, so they couldn' fake that."

"Damn, how'd you-"

His words were cut off by Sasha yelling there was a car approaching. Tea told him to make sure everyone was armed and outside. Whoever was in the car was not entering the prison. They needed the element of surprise having their arsenal would give, and letting someone into the prison now, even Andrea, was risking everything they'd worked hard to hide they had over the past few days. The group came out as a unit, spacing themselves around the courtyard while Beth, Sophia, and Glenn took the catwalk. Daryl and Merle came straight to Tea's side as Maggie went to the gate. As the car rolled closer into view, she could see it was the same one they'd given Andrea and gave the head's up.

When the car approached the gate, Andrea popped her head out and yelled at them. Tea nodded to Maggie who opened the gate as she, Daryl, and Merle spread out with their rifles raised. She and Daryl had, for the time being, traded their perspective weapons for high-powered automatics. As the car drove through, the three kept her in their sites at all times, not wavering in their hold. Andrea couldn't believe they were still being like this when she finally had managed to talk Philip into a sit down.

"Are we really going back to this?" she asked Tea as she stepped out of her vehicle with her arms raised.

"Can neva be too careful anymore, and ya stayed in Woodbury. Whateva trust I had in ya is pretty damn well wava'd," she responded.

"I went back to talk Philip into meeting up to see if we can't find some form of truce," Andrea said incredulously. "Are you seriously going to hold that against me?"

"Nah, but I ain' takin' any risks eitha," she told the woman truthfully. "What'd ya boy say?"

"He isn't my boy," Andrea sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "He's agreed to sit down and talk."

"What's his stipulation?" Merle asked.

"Small group on both sides. Meet up halfway between here and Woodbury on neutral ground," she said.

"Could work," he told Tea.

"Nah, too loose a terms on what 'small group' means. Just the leadas, one fighta, one non-combatant a piece. Anythin' more'n that and we risk goin' at each otha," Tea replied.

They let Andrea stay long enough to give them the details of where the meet up was taking place before opening the gate and ushering her out. It would take place two days from now and Tea's mind was in over drive as she thought about everything that could happen. She was placing trust in Andrea she didn't even have that the meet up would go according to plan. Nothing was ever a guarantee, but this risk was worth taking if it worked out well. Tea knew she needed to meet the Governor if she was going to be able to accurately plan her next step, whatever it may be.

Updated 9/10/21