Daryl nodded slowly. He could detect the same anxiety in her voice that he felt, even if it was just a little bit. He knew that the metal forge idea was a good one, maybe the best idea anyone had had yet. At least during this kind of downtime, they could get as prepared as they possibly could given their situation. He turned his attention back to her and looked her up and down, examining her face as he did so.
“Good idea,” he said, because it was. He glanced down at his own arsenal of arrows and lamented his limited supply, wondering briefly if he ought to stop by Sonheim Square and see if there was anything even resembling what he needed for his Stryker.
“I don’t like it,” he said, knowing that too was redundant. “Somethin’s comin’, it’s just takin’ it’s damn time, lettin’ everyone relax.”
The parties, the drinking games people were playing...he didn’t think it was a good idea, he never did. He walked by the park when that pink-haired chick was doing her thing, and he had remained off to the distance for much of it. Just in case something decided to go down, he knew they were the most obvious sitting ducks.