Daryl isn't thrilled at being laughed at, but it's not really life or death. It'd drive Merle crazy, but Merle ain't here, so it's nothing to scream over. He shrugs it off and keeps going. All you can do, in this place and places like it. Don't let nothing stick to you.

"Why ain't you stopped the prick?" He takes a stiff drink of the wine. Not to his taste, but nobody makes the right moonshine here. "Reckoned we could trade. I can find him, you cough up what you know about my brother."