It didn't take long for Jenna to see that the man with the crossbow was true to his word. When he first entered the barn, he was mostly all over Randall, but the moment James said something smart to him, he bloodied him up. Watching someone hit her brother was hard for her to watch, but letting her presence known to the man didn't seem like a very good idea if she was going to scout these people out. She quickly, but quietly, moved away from the barn and toward the farmhouse where the man she had come to know as Rick stopped her.

"I just wanna make one thing clear," he muttered, his piercing blue eyes making her skin crawl, "Just because we let you out, doesn't mean we trust you completely. Daryl's gone in there to see if your brother will be any trouble. If he says he will be, y'all are gone. I don't care where y'all go, but you're gonna be away from here. You understand that?"

Jenna pursed her lips and nodded; there wasn't much else she could do at this point. When Rick walked away, she let her eyes roam her surroundings. From what she could see, this was nothing more than a settlement. These people were, like her and James, just trying to survive and make a new life in a world full of death. Even as she took in breath, she could smell it. That stench she had grown to know as "fresh air". Nothing about it was fresh at all. With so many rotting corpses around, the smell of their decay lingered in the air and was carried with the wind. It was easy to see why it was so easy for the roamers to know who to attack: just go for the people who don't smell like ass. Though the smell wasn't as strong as it would be if she were near a roamer, it still made her crinkle her nose.

"You smell it, too, huh?" she heard a soft voice coming up next to her. She turned to see a woman with short, grayish looking hair walking toward her.

"Everyone else acts like they don't smell it. But, we're around people who think they're expected to be what they consider strong."

"And what do you consider being strong?" Jenna asked looking over at the woman who seemed to have a world of sadness hidden behind those blue irises. The woman shrugged and closed her eyes as if she was thinking of something. It must have been something positive because she smiled a little before opening them again.

"So many things have changed now" she replied in a whisper, "I guess the definition of that word has, too. It hasn't shown itself to me yet, but it will in time."

The woman smiled a little more and beckoned her toward the tents outside of the farmhouse. These people were strange to Jenna. On one hand, they were willing to do anything they needed to survive including tossing her and James out in the world without a care of what could happen to them. On the other, they seemed to want to help them in any way they could; even giving her a place to sleep when they could have just left her in the barn with James and Randall.

"This is your tent" the woman said gesturing to the tent furthest from the house, "It used to be Andrea's so it should be in good shape."

"Well, where's Andrea sleeping now?"

"The camper."

Jenna had never felt a silence more awkward than this, and that was saying something. She could feel the question form in her head and the words were caught in her throat; she was choking on the desire to know what had happened to the person who had slept in the camper before. But, judging from the solemn look on the woman's face, it wasn't something to be discussed at that time. So, she just smiled and thanked the woman before going into the tent to find fresh clothes waiting for her. A smile formed on her face and she zipped the tent up to change.

Though the clothes were a little loose on her, Jenna was happy to have them; she felt less gross with something clean to wear for once. Just as she had exited her tent, she looked over at the barn to see Daryl walking toward her. He didn't look upset, just gruff. His saunter was that of a man who didn't really know how to carry himself around other people. In other words: he didn't give a shit. This was the man she had watched beat on her brother, but she couldn't find it in herself to be angry with him. Something about him made her want to get to know the person behind the grizzly demeanor and scowl. As he passed, their eyes met for the third time, but this time was different; she didn't want to look away.

Daryl must have felt this strange sensation as well. He slowed his pace for a moment and a glimmer of hope filled Jenna with a feeling she had never experienced before. But, this was short lived; with gruff sigh, Daryl turned his head and walked away. As he disappeared into the house, Jenna almost forgot her brother was in any danger.