"Tell me." Power can be a lot of things, depending on who wields it. The way her father quietly rallied their neighbors together into one house. Rick wobbling between democracy and dictatorship, trying to do whatever kept them alive. A working partnership when there was nothing but Daryl, the dead, and her. Dawn's hold over the hospital, alternating between an iron grip and a blind eye. More than allies, more than anything, it's going to be worthwhile to know how they see power here.

So she doesn't bother counting outsiders who might help her, instead waiting for an answer he's breezed over. "My ears aren't that innocent."