Daryl snorts, and while it may not be obvious from his surly bearing, it's about the same as laughter for him. The lady's got a point, even if he's not going to let her know it. But her observation does earn her a little more honesty than he'd usually extend.

"Following a rabbit trail." He takes a step to the side, and points to the ground. There are faint footprints in the snow, indents in the grass, if you know how to look.