Daryl's talking quota was filled for the next couple months after this ordeal. Normally he kept all his opinions to himself and watched out for his own hide...but as time had moved along with Rick and the others he found himself being slightly more vocal and slightly less angry. Something about having Carol back around brought that out in him again.
He had said what was on his mind without finger pointing or embellishment, just the necessities for her to live here day to day. Hopefully none of the information would be useful for her, since he shouldn't need it.
He nodded absently to her request, mind switching gears to the tasks at hand. He was going to take his bike instead of the transport with everyone else...something about being cooped up in a truck with everyone didn't sit right with him. That meant that he had to get his shit in order before they got going, so when he left her cell he went straight to the garage to get ready.