Clementine lets out a breath of relief when they listen. She remembers the first time she covered herself in walker guts. She was nine. Lee had cut off his arm too late, and he was dying of the walker scratch. He covered her up. She shook, and she cried, and she felt so gross she would have puked if she'd had anything in her stomach. It's not like she can't understand the reactions. It's just been awhile, and this has become normal.

The guts smell beyond terrible, but they do the trick. As soon as they both are sufficiently covered, the walkers don't try to reach or grab for them anymore. It's like they're invisible to the horde.

She meets Jay's gaze and looks to where he points.

She gives the thumbs up. It'll probably be better if she keeps an eye on them from behind. Tim can lean on Jay from behind that way as they make their way through the small opening. Gotta slowly make their escape.