Though she knew it wasn't true, Leigh felt like she was the only one left with any fire. Any
desire to break free of this new prison that had presented itself. Surely the others were just
as determined, chiseling away at their weapons, keeping watch for anyone headed their
way. In all honesty, her slamming on the door was probably what'd kept them away so
long --
They wanted to wear them down before they did whatever god
awful things they wanted to do.
Nestled against the wall parallel to it, green eyes are set on the metal frame of the door.
What was she going to do? If Eugene hadn't figured it out yet then she sure as hell
wouldn't. She allows a break, tugging her gaze away as Daryl steps in front to take a
look out, her concentration going elsewhere. Across the making of weapons, anywhere
to keep her from thinking about what she wanted to do to those assholes that threw her
in a few days before.
So she finds herself, so suddenly, beside the youngest Greene sister. Leigh is weary and
she expects nothing less from Beth. In an exasperated manner, her head falls against the
metal with a small 'thud'.
"How're you holdin' up, Bethy? You alright?"