Even now, Rosita doesn't trust people who offer her things; she and Jack are on the same page with that much.

Her brow furrows at the story though, and she realizes she's being a hypocrite when she wonders why he'd involve a seven year old boy in an assassination; after all, Judith carries her father's revolver, and she damn well knows how to shoot it. Hershel does, too. Some worlds don't have room for children to be children anymore.

"The man was - what's the group you're fighting against called again?"