"Cheetos? Bet they're all nasty and stale." Daryl stated with scoff, continuing on his path. It wasn't so bad traveling with someone else, but it still annoyed him. She wasn't exactly slowing him down, yet. Of course, when the little black squirrel darted up the tree, and Daryl took aim, and shoot it just as quickly as it appeared, he gave off a little bit of a woop before running towards it and pulling the arrow, and squirrel out of the tree.
"Dinner." Daryl said with a crooked smirk, stringing the squirrel to the rest of them he had on his shoulder. "Got enough to feed myself for the day now." He pointed out, wondering silently why he was even still talking to the lady.