It’s ironic really, to be crammed in a car with a priest and a man they call Jesus, but she appreciates the hilarity, she could use a bit of humor right now. A part of her was relieved when she was asked to stay in the car- as much as she wanted to fight for her ramily, she had more of an urge to live; especially with Denise waiting back at home. She drums her fingers against the steering wheel, an anxiousness taking control of her body. It’s hard to feel like a sinner when ‘Jesus’ is watching, but she opened up and now thanks to the two men, a weight had been lifted.
It’s easy for her to get out of the car, gun ready in hand- because he had been right, Tara had something to fight for and she refused to let any of Negan’s group find their way back to Denise. The mere thought terrified her. Still, she’s afraid everything will go south because her long-haired saviour decides to fight. The extra help is appreciated, but brows tightly knit as she watched him pull the bandana over his mouth. If they see him, it’s all over .
The battle is won, and Tara can’t help but feel proud, not just of herself, but of the entire group of overnight mercenaries. She’s not thrilled over the fact that Heath is ready to leave for the run- she wanted to see Denise’s face again, but she agreed to leave immediately to get it over with. Though, she doesn’t leave before approaching Jesus, hands stuffing into the pockets of her oversized jacket. “It’s because of the beard isn’t it? That’s why they call you Jesus?” It’s a shitty introduction, she knows, but she isn’t quite sure how to thank him for earlier that morning.
