"Sounds like she knows her stuff," Rick observed. Either that or she was foolishly handing out weapons to any old schmuck, but that didn't seem like the case. You'd have to be tough to haul Daryl's ass anyplace he didn't want to go, unless he was unconscious. And even then, you'd still have to be tough.
"I'd best take care of business, so you don't have to be cooped up in here babysitting me any longer than necessary."