Daryl is taking recon seriously, because screwing it up is a great way to get yourself killed. Covered in animal skins and hidden among the brushes he's dragged to their vantage point, he's pretty well hidden. He's got a crossbow drained on some Ceta's heads, watching, waiting.

When the other guy talks, Daryl just glares at him, and puts his finger over his mouth. That oughta shut him up, right?