Daryl hears... something in the forest. He's faintly aware there's someone out here with him, though he's tried to keep his distance from them. It's either a squirrel, or- Daryl turns, and spots a girl with an impressive shiner.

If only there were deer, here. Two people can hunt deer, but not goddamn squirrels.

Daryl holds one hand up, the sign for 'stop', and then puts a finger to his lips, hushing her.