"Hullo there, Willow," Nancy says calmly towards the child, not doing anything to encourage her use of curse words. "How old are you, beautiful?"

She glances over at Daryl. "She's not your daughter, I'll take it?" There's a careful note in her words. She was not above stealing Dammit Girl and taking her someplace safe, if she had any indication Daryl could be a threat to her. But the girl seemed happy enough with Daryl.