"He's one of us, ain't he?" He answered with a shrug. Though he didn't make to head over. His eyes slid to the supplies he'd put together for their group. It wasn't finished being piled. He still had a few more seats to gut. But mostly he didn't want to leave it alone and risk some of the others coming over and grabbing any.

"We got ourselves a third," Daryl said, not really to change the topic, but to give a heads up. "Well, fourth. Counting your friend. She's about twelve or thirteen. Dark hair, blue dress like she's ready for a Sunday picnic. All smiles and eager to help out. Goes by Athena."