"No," she says, her gaze dropping back to the half-shoveled walk. "Broccoli's fine."

It's better if people don't ask - if there are walkers here, she hasn't seen them, and nothing about this place screams tell people everything weird about you - but there's so much she never thought she'd see again that it's a little overwhelming. There are oranges and bananas in her kitchen at this very moment, like getting things shipped in is easy. Safer conversations, though, because she does want to talk: "I've never seen snow like this before, either. Have you?"