"Yeah." Pulling a little on the moist label on the beer bottle, Daryl nods, almost to himself. Softly, "Yeah."

Tilting his head a little, he figures he ought to go ahead and introduce himself. "M' name's Daryl." Not sure how to brooch the topic of, "Hey, man, you got zombies where you came from?" Daryl shakes his head a little and scuffs the toe of one steel-toed boot. "Might be a strange question, but what were things like where you were?"