For a second she debates agreeing with him, brushing it off as just trying to relate, but there's no sense in that. Mike's been at least partly honest with her and if there's anything Andrea appreciates, it's honesty. She owes him a little bit of the same in return.

"The love of my life was a man twice my age," she says. "In the time we were together, he was bitten by roamers twice, lost one leg to infection, lost the other to a bunch of cannibals I then helped torture to death and then I had to shoot him in the head to keep him from coming back." She looks at Mike, her smile a little pained. "Fucked up."