Daryl fought the urge to get snippy with her. He was sure there was something she'd want other than him to come back if she'd just allow herself to want anything for a change. He didn't press, but he considered what he might get her anyway...maybe a new gun or something since she was talking about practicing on the net.
He could bring her a nice one and then teach her how to use it, the same way he'd been teaching Vera and to some extent Julia. He was turning into some damn instructor as every day went by...but hell if they didn't need the training.
To be honest he would feel better with Rick at his side, someone he trusted. There wasn't a damn person in the raid party that he knew well enough to trust except for Sookie, and she was doing sentry. He would turn on his fellow raidmates just as soon as he would any other threat if he felt he should.
No matter what, he'd do his best to get back to this prison. "It's only a couple days. We done worse before with Rick. I ain't gon' let some dead sons'o'bitches take me down this late in the game." He couldn't speak towards the living ones, though. Again, he'd do his best.