So, she's out of her element too and even though Daryl doesn't like to see other people suffering it's refreshing to know he's not alone. Despite the commotion around them, Daryl's only fixated on Rose. Whatever else might be happening around them didn't matter, because Rose was giving him information and that's what kept people alive where he's from.

Instead of asking any more questions Daryl stifles a laugh. Whatever force brought him here, out of mountains of bodies, and cold hard steel- struggling every fucking minute of every fucking day still underestimated his ability to produce results.

"So head games and head games." If some omnipotent force was treating people like cattle and running them through drills the very least they could do was give them more to go off of. Hell, he's met sociopaths with better bedside manner. "What are you gonna do?"

Now he's leveling with her. She's been somewhere like this before, knows all the history, and had her share of losses. She might cover it up fine enough but that doesn't mean she's not weighing her options and he'd much rather be on the side of things with experience.