She could understand his love of water, or well the things that lived in it. There was something free about water, how you could move in it, manipulate it, how it felt and how it moved. She had spent many a watch trying to remember dive patterns, hoping so hard to be able to do it just once more again. She looked up to Nick and shook her head. 
"I've never tried. The bow was something I had to learn quickly, I would be awful with knives." Two brown eyes and five fingers flicked to the highway and tightened their grip around the bow. She laced an arrow gently into the knocking point and let it relax in the string. It was there if she needed it. 
"Best to keep your voice down from here."

Andrew had pretty much said the same thing. He turned to acknowledge Annie's remark and hushed the group around him. The infected didn't walk like they had in movies. These things ran. There was no going back if they heard you. They could talk, easily, just quietly. The last thing they needed was infected at their heels. If there were stalkers, well, they had to be quiet. 
"I didn't mean to insult you. Everyone has ways of keeping themselves sane, otherwise we'd all be crazy." Mary added, trying to correct her mistake and relieve the tension that had arisen before the group and Rena. "That's true. The sane people are all dead now."