Despite the way he lashed out on occasion, Carol had never been afraid of him. Even if his anger and frustration were directed at her. She'd lived with an abusive man long enough to know the signs, and she knew the difference between abuse and emotional reactions. She followed him for a moment, then fell into step beside him.
He wasn't thrilled about the prison situation, and she didn't blame him. She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about it, except that right then having some kind of barrier between them and any walkers sounded like a nice change of pace. That didn't mean she'd fit in or be happy there. But at least she wasn't alone anymore.
"You're restless," she commented, glancing at him sideways as they walked. She wasn't surprised in the least.