[He ain't judgin'. You don't even wanna know the level of scum that exists on Daryl's pants...]

Yeah. Ribs were jacked up at the time but it seems like somethin' worth pickin' up. [He peers down a nearby hallway, and after a short pause while he listens for signs of any more beasts, he continues:] Still interested if you got the time after all this's through.

[The more weapons he can use the better, honestly.]