It took her a few seconds but she realized that the room had gone quiet. Beth had stopped speaking and the two couple in the room turned their attention to the stare down happening next to them. It unsettled her that she was distracted enough for someone else to notice it. And it horrified her when Mr. Greene decided to speak on it. "D'you know Miss Martin, Daryl?"

He nodded his head, just a hair, but kept his eyes on hers as he spoke. "Met yestaday."

There was a pause that filled the room then, as no one quite knew what to say next. Luckily they were saved by the grace of Mama Greene. "Well, least we're not all strangers here. Beth was worried we'd scare you off before dessert."

"Mama!"

Sam and Herschel chuckled at the exchange, it being a normal occurrence for the two women to tease each other. It'd get really interesting once Maggie arrived. "Don't worry about it, baby, So's seen much worse than the infamous Greene's."

The blonde smiled at him, a thousand watt smile and Sovay watched as her friend smiled right back at her, almost as brightly. She couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled like that. She was entirely sure he ever had.

She gave her own small smile then, and asked if there was anything she could do to help with dinner. She didn't take no for a answer, when Annette said she was the guest. She helped peel peas, and set the table with Beth, put the pie in the oven as Mrs. Greene set the timer, and poured sweet tea into glasses before settling down at the table with the others, feeling eyes on her all the while. Maggie still hadn't arrived home yet, but she glanced around the table at the family, avoiding those blue eyes following her.

Herschel sat at the head of the table, beard trimmed to perfection, jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled up, a vision of a working man. To his left sat his wife, who was clearly much younger than him, the other half of a couple who also as clearly adored each other. She was done up in a way that wasn't obvious, and Sovay guessed that Annette was the type of woman who was always ready for the finest of company. A true Southern lady. The way they moved together, around each other, and spoke was further proof, proof that Sovay didn't necessarily need: this was a happy couple.

Their youngest child sat across from her mother, and next to her boyfriend, who was not so subtlety holding her hand under the table. Beth was all smiles. If Sovay and to guess, she wouldn't doubt that Beth never had anything other than a smile on her face. Which was fine for some people, but it was strange for Sovay. And it was definitely strange for Sam.

To Sam's left, at the base of the table, sat the Greene's adopted son who continued to stare at their guest as if she were going to combust any second. It didn't go unnoticed by the others either.

She sat between Annette and Daryl, across from Sam, and pretended to ignore the man. He only spoke when spoken to and only moved his eyes off of her when Herschel asked if he knew when Maggie would be home. "Iunno'," he said, "Rick's got ev'body runnin' 'round on thi' murda' case."

"How's that going, Daryl?" As Beth spoke his eyes flicked to Sam before falling back on his main target. He opened his mouth to speak but not before Annette jumped in.

"Elizabeth Ann, we will not talk about such things at my table! Especially in front of company. I know that I taught you better than that."

"Sorry, Mama," the girl said as her mother gave her a look.

Sovay looked out of the corner of her eye to see the old man try to keep his lips from twitching into a smile.

Mrs. Greene broke the short silence by saying that since they didn't know when their elder daughter would be back, they should go ahead and eat without her. Sovay was all for this, the small breakfast she had this morning long gone from her system.

Herschel asked that they say grace, and the occupants of the table outstretched their hands towards each other. She slipped her hand into the woman at her side's with ease but hesitated when she looked at the large, calloused, tan one reaching towards her. Did he really participate in this? Daryl Dixon did not seem like the type of man who prayed. But apparently he was, at least when he was in the Greene household. She drug her eyes to his, finally, and looked into pools of steely blue filled with expectancy with a hint of mischief.

She put her hand in his slowly and gently, halfway expecting him to grab her with a vice-like grip and never let go. His hand was warm and just as calloused as she thought, and as a person who didn't express the need for touching as some do, holding his hand felt nice. It was a strange feeling for her, feeling content while someone, especially a stranger who may or may not think she's a murderer, was touching her. Once again, for what seemed like the hundredth time today, Sovay was unsettled.

Herschel said grace and before she knew it the table was sprouting an "Amen," and he let go of her hand. Even more abnormal than—not quite liking, but something akin to that—he feeling of his hand, was what she felt once it was gone. Her own hand suddenly felt empty, as if something had fallen from her grasp.

The group passed the serving dishes around the table and everyone set to eat. The homemade food was a treat to the girl who lived off of takeout and delivery.

"Will you being staying here in town for long, Sovay?" Mrs. Greene asked.

She was in-between bites when it happened, and for once she wished she had food stuffed in her face, because she didn't have an answer. Not even a hint of an answer. Sam's eyes flicked up to hers, and out of the corner of her eye she saw the detective set down the drink he was holding. She saw him shift slightly in his seat as if he was physically preparing for her answer. An answer that she still didn't have. Though it was really only seconds, she felt like it took far to many minutes to pull a slice of bullshit from her brain. "I'm not quite sure yet, There are a lot of things in the area to see. I've never been to Georgia before. I guess I'll just take it one day at a time."

She was proud of herself, for her non-answer. It was a good one, perhaps one of her best. The Greene's all seemed to accept this as a worthy answer, Annette beginning to give her some suggestions of places to sightsee, with Beth then jumping in with her own ideas, Herschel just nodding his head with their ideas and continuing to eat his meal. She half listened as she refused to look at Sam. She knew there'd be a shit-eating grin on his face. She knew because she knew him and he knew her just as well. She also didn't want to turn her head to see the look on Daryl's face because she was entirely unsure of what she'd see there and only half of her wanted to find out. She guessed that he knew it was a load of crap. The small amount of things she knew about the man suggested that he was excellent at reading people.

It's not as if she had lied though, not really. She had no idea how long she'd be staying in the small town of Senoia. However long it took, she supposed.

The conversation soon turned to Beth and her deliberations about a choice of college major. It was now down to either musical therapy or education. She kept going back an forth between the two. Sovay's contribution to the topic was to suggest a double major in both. Apparently this was the best idea that the young had ever heard, if the smile on her face was any kind of judge.

The youngest Green then went on to talk about other things, her friends and such, with the others throwing in a word of two every now and then. All except for the mysterious man at the end of the table, that is. He stayed silent, watching the goings-on. No, actually, he was still watching her. His gaze was slowly creeping under her skin and she didn't like it.

Just as her mind decided that she would continue to ignore the man, despite what her body was telling her, the eldest Greene daughter walked into the room behind him, and her instincts forced her to look in his direction. She quickly resented the woman's appearance then, because instead of looking towards the new arrival, her eyes instantly found his and she was once again mesmerized.

He was trying and possibly succeeding at picking her apart from the outside in. For the first time since her arrival in this town she was 100% concerned. Not because her past was coming back to haunt her, or that a serial killer might be raiding this small town. She was worried that someone might see her, the real her, for the first time. And that was something she could not allow.

Luck was on her side this time, finally, as Maggie waved away all introductions to speak directly to Daryl. "There's another body."

And at last, his eyes left her.