Daryl isn't the conversational type. He's more prone to gruffly making his point and wandering off. He squints over at the girl and her arsenal, stares back at his lunch in front of him. He picks up the squirrel corpse and gently shakes it, careful not to make a mess.

"Yeah, I terrorize the squirrels."

Try again, Carolina, maybe you'll get a real answer out of him.