[Daryl nods as the woman approaches, noting the attentive way her eyes scan the area in spite of the casual front she's putting forth. Military...?]
Close to one as it gets, yeah.
[He shoves up from where he'd been leaning against the tree and drops his cigarette into the dirt at his feet, crushing the ember out with his boot.]
Just you, or you got friends comin' along?
[Minus the terrible habit, he's in great shape for someone his age (and for someone younger than his age, let's be real), but that don't mean he's particularly keen on making this walk a thousand times if he don't need to.]
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Close to one as it gets, yeah.
[He shoves up from where he'd been leaning against the tree and drops his cigarette into the dirt at his feet, crushing the ember out with his boot.]
Just you, or you got friends comin' along?
[Minus the terrible habit, he's in great shape for someone his age (and for someone younger than his age, let's be real), but that don't mean he's particularly keen on making this walk a thousand times if he don't need to.]