The nothin' goin' on part could be just as bad as when the shit dropped on them without warning. Waiting for the unknown was definitely not her strongest suit, even less so in Hansel's case. They were always on the move, always working, always fighting. Too long without what they were used to made the twins uncomfortable in a 'normal' setting. Being trapped, in this place, made Gretel feel like a beast waiting for slaughter. Did she hear some of the same in Daryl's tone?
Maybe she was just projecting, but that was doubtful. She didn't know him besides the face, the gait, the voice, and bow- but sometimes animals just knew their own kind. She tracked his eyes to the house before swinging the look back to his face, then rolled her lips, and nodded.
"Hansel and a few others are trying to fix up a metal forge- keep us up with ammo and weapons." As much as was possible with their limited resources, anyway. "Otherwise- no, unfortunately. Not busy enough." She went back to sharpening, puffing away a piece of hair that drifted across her brow in the process. "I can feel myself getting fat and slow."