"A shield?" Sophia takes the trash can lid. That's not a shield. But to her child's eye...

She holds it up, in front of her face, and she crouches low. They don't really have shields back home, because the Walkers can get through them so easily. But... But...

"Okay. I'll learn shields, and Com'mon can shoot the bad people," Sophia says decidedly, blinking away her fear.