[ She lets out a heavy breath and rubs her forehead for a second before shaking her head. ]

I'm just tired, I guess. Been a hell of a twenty-four hours for me.

[ Looking at the walkie-talkie, she puts it down so she can brace her hands on the ledge of the roof and lean forward, almost like she's stretching. But she's trying not to scream in sheer frustration at Negan's last words to her. ]

You know anyone who comes and goes here once a year? If this place is gonna send me home that often, it could at least send me to a point where shit isn't in the air.