"Cato, he's friends with my girl." Daryl offered a little smile at the thought of Maryanne. "I've yet to meet the guy, but she likes him well enough. You and him from the same place?" He was making conversation. It seemed to come a little too easily, maybe the train had softened him a little, made him more social after all.
"I don't do nothing fancy. Just some good old fashioned sparring." He felt the need to explain, given the number of supernaturally enhanced and powered individuals on the train. Daryl wasn't one of them, he was nothing more than a normal vanilla human.