"Figured that you'd be late, and we'd stick you with the worst beer we can find in this place. Do you think they have Miller?" Rochelle replied easily, as Nick showed himself in. She'd suspected he'd be the last one in, just like Ellis had, and was quite pleased to be right. She shot a knowing smile at Ellis, though her threat held no merit. Still, at least it was there.

Watched the two of them sit down together, her smile grew to a grin. It wasn't the same without Coach, but it was a start. She'd heard stories from both of them, but there were things she had to talk about at the same time. They needed to get everything settled.

And though those things were serious, allow her a few moments to enjoy simply being together with her boys, in an environment that wasn't constantly trying to kill them. It was a good feeling.

"Well...here we are. I'm going to open, by allowing myself to be a humble, better person. Nick told me that this place was better than our world, and our goal should be to stay here. And I have to agree, he's right. I've gotten used to getting daily showers, and I don't think I could handle going back. Which means...We're going to need to figure out how to win this thing."

She puts all her cards on the table, right there. They have to stay here. None of them knew what the helicopter entailed, what it led to. Chances were, in a world ruined by the Green Flu? It wasn't better than here.