[That's not the kind of answer she wanted to hear. After spending years with these people, being separated from them--in a strange world at that--is a little disconcerting. Nothing she can't truly handle, but not something she'd prefer. ]

Okay.

[She nods, knowing Armin will find a way. He's a smart kid with all that fancy book learning.]

What do I do now? I ate the food that lady gave me and I tried to catch one of the birds, but Jean keeps scaring them away. I don't have my gear or my bow. Do I go back to the house?

[Or she can love on Jean who thinks that is a much better course of action and prepares to force Sasha's hand by laying her head on her lap and giving her actual doe eyes.]