[Her instincts are saying to not trust the people who were their on their arrival, but she can't place why. It just seems odd, and things not adding up has usually resulted in some very painful surprises later on.

She'd like to not have a knife shoved up through her diaphragm, if she can help it, but she also has to agree that they might know what's going on a little better than any of them.]

If you're sure, but I'll be right here if you need any help, alright? [Stick together to survive. That's always been a good motto.]

As for what they might or might not know... I think they might be waiting on everyone to come shamblin' out of the vines we were all in.