"What do you think they mean by meeting the Governor?" Andrea asked curiously. Michonne merely shrugged in response. Nora made no effort to answer anyway, not caring much for the scenario. "Look, we need to find a way back to the others." She added, the statement directed more towards Nora. The Galway Archer cocked her head to the side curiously and her eyes narrowed.
"'Ow do yah propose we do that, hm? We 'ave no weapons, no provisions, nothing to go on as far as their location. No offense, Blondie, but right now, the Governor is th'best shot we've got to get shit straight again." She explained. Andrea's lips thinned in response and she bowed her head slightly in defeat. Nora sighed heavily and shifted in her seat on the fine chair just outside the Governor's 'breakfast hall'. "Look... let's just play along 'ere fer now. Maybe once we've done our little introductions, we can be on our way wit'out any problems. They 'ave no reason ta keep us 'ere anyway. We don't have much of a choice right now."
"Nora's right." Michonne chimed in as she looked to the ground. "These fools are heavily armed. Don't wanna screw with that."
"For now." Both Nora and the ebony-skinned woman chimed. Andrea's head shot up, glancing between the two bold ladies before nodding her head. Worry settled into her gaze and she tapped her heel impatiently against the neatly tiled floor. All three of them were on edge, thanks to the position they'd been placed in.
The door swung open. In stepped two of the guards that had saved them a mere few days ago.
"He's ready for you ladies." One of them said, motioning for them to come along.
All three women seemed to stand upright the moment they entered. All three also seemed to hesitate before following the two guards through the double-doors of hand-carved maple before entering the extravagant hall.
"The prison is located north-east of the horde. It's infested with the dead, but I'm sure we can put it to good use once we get the team there to weed out the bads." A tall, lanky male who Nora assumed was the Governor's 'secretary' of sorts, announced as they entered. He was pointing to a map, which the Galway girl couldn't seem to take her eyes off of for the longest time.
"Thank you. You're dismissed." He announced when he noticed his guests entering.
"Are we your prisoners too?" Michonne accused boldly. The dark, handsome leader merely chuckled in response, taking a sip of his coffee.
"You're not prisoners here, you're our guests. Please, sit. Breakfast is getting cold." The Governor said suavely. Too suavely for Nora's liking.
The ladies obliged hesitantly.
He held a belittling smirk that made her stomach lurch just thinking about the devious activity behind it; a twinkle in his eye that screamed a foreboding, dark air of mischief and a pair of idle hands that would work well as the Devil's Playground. "Please. Eat." He motioned to the plates of full food. "I promise it's not poisoned." He joked. Only Andrea managed a small huff of a laugh while Nora and Michonne exchanged unamused glances.
Things were painfully silent for a time before Andrea spoke.
"So you're sittin' pretty at the end of the world, huh?" She said, tinkering with the scrambled eggs on her plate before gathering them on her fork and taking them femininely into her mouth... as Nora merely stuffed her face like she hadn't eaten properly in days... which she hadn't.
"We're taking back all that belongs to us as the living." He announced in a proud voice. "Consider this my little slice of Heaven in this New Hell."
"Aren't you a little too optimistic?" Andrea asked.
"Why shouldn't I be? I've managed to obtain a little smidgeon of normalcy. Of humanity. I've been able to preserve Woodbury as a safe haven for those who wish to lead out normal lives and to be a part of the human race. Those who don't want to join..." a long, dangerous pause before he smirked and continued, "well, they might as well join the dead, right?"
Nora almost choked on her food. Michonne, who had refused to eat a bite, merely glared up at him. Andrea forced a smile.
"Couldn't agree more."
"I don't trust 'im." Michonne announced as she skulked along; hands on her hips while the three women toured the town.
"I second that." Nora stated, folding her arms over her chest. Andrea shook her head and stuffed her palms into her pockets.
"I don't get it. Is that why we're not getting our weapons back? Because if we try to leave, they'll kill us?" Her voice shook with worry and Nora clapped the blonde woman on the back of the head. "OW!"
"Say dat a bit louder, will yah?!" She hissed at Andrea's ear. "Don't think the guards just on th'corner heard yah quite right!"
"I'm sorry!" She snapped back in annoyance. Nora rolled her eyes.
"Jus' shut up, Blondie."