[Simon watches Hershel think, occasionally tearing his eyes away from him to make absolute sure that nobody - including Calhoun - had decided to go for a walk anywhere nearby. It's suddenly hard to speak, all the adrenaline and anxiety boiling in him, so when he tries to say something, he has to get through the awkward voicecrack before he remembers how to talk.]

A-are you sure? This is all on you, Hershel. We'll only go back there if you're absolutely, completely certain that you want to do this.

[He looks worried, putting a hand on Hershel's shoulder, but - he doesn't really wait for a response before he straightens up and nervously starts shifting his weight from foot to foot. Despite whatever Simon's personal feelings may be, this group needs a steady supply of food, and Hershel might have found a way to get it. Whatever happens next has to be worth it.

So Simon grabs Hershel's arm and starts walking, ducking his head and looking for anyone who might jump out of the shadows and scream at them for being thieves. He keeps shooting reassuring glances to the guy next to him, occasionally whispering comments like we can go back if you want to, but before too long, he's death marched Hershel right back to the cafeteria.]

S-So...

I can't go in there. But - I'll be right outside, okay?