Just don't have it in me to lay down and lose hope. Even now.

[She had once, when her son was killed, but then she'd found Andrea, then she'd found others, too. They're going to fight back against Negan, and they're going to win. She doesn't know what to think about being called tough. But she nods at him, accepting the compliment.]

You learn to be tough. Get drunk one night, tell the tale, regroup and go on from there. So. Got to the drunk part, told the story.

[This is all, by the way, easier said than done. But she's managed to get good at compartmentalizing.]