"Jesus. Any of ours?" He knew somewhere inside that he really should consider them all theirs...but he didn't. Theirs were the ones who'd been with 'em since the beginning, since Rick found 'em and made 'em into something that could actually survive this bullshit. The others were just people they picked up along the way.
He nodded when she said that they'd taken care of the ones who turned - of course they had. They'd had to, hadn't they? There was really nothing else that could be done for it.
"Yeah, of course you did," he said, not looking alarmed. "How'd you do that?"