Girl was too spunky and happy for her own good. She was gonna be the death of Daryl, he could tell already. And there weren't a thing he could do about it, neither. He'd already gone and made her his in his head.

He couldn't complain that she was too smart, though. Well, he could, but it would be about as stupid as letting himself care about her. And since he'd already gone and done that one stupid thing, he didn't need to be doing another.

"Need to get you some new clothes," he muttered, standing up and turning to his sled of supplies. "Make you some, maybe. That dress ain't practical. For now, we're gonna go to the ruins." Daryl pointed down a different path than the one she'd take, "That way. Seen some people getting to another part of the ruins that's a little closer. Shorter walk. Just a few hours far as I can tell. Walls aren't as high, though. So it's harder to see unless you get the right angle on it from the roof of the ship here. Don't know how connected to the other ruins it is, could just be an outbuilding. Could be something bigger. But it's closer and that's the important part right now."

He pointed at his sled, the ropes to drag it gathered in his hand, "Hop on. We can check out the ruins you were looking at in the morning."