"I don't need anybody to take care of me." He had more than one way of hunting and more expertise than most, but just to make a show of it Daryl picks up the cleanest piece of pineapple he's ever seen (to date) and pops it in his mouth. Enough people had been eating for a long enough time that he knew whatever could happen would have already happened.

"So how many hostage situations have you found yourself in." Daryl is still chewing, wiping sticky juices off on his leather lapels. He's always been good at reading people, and he could tell by looking at her it was more than just here, it had to be because she wore the face of someone that's had to hoof it out of this sort of situation more than once.