"Not my favorite," he answered, cocking his head to the side as he casually slid it into one of the sheaths still attached to his belt. One that was hidden under the edge of his loose shirt and the coat and vest over both. The length of metal was still perfectly usable and he'd need to find a place to stow it before he used the knife on anything else. Re-organize his own finds, maybe.

"But I know what I'm doing," Daryl continued, tone noticeably less annoyed than it had been. The safety the promise of a knife at his fingertips provided should an attack come did a lot for his mood. "You should learn. Not today. Not enough time 'fore night hits. But soon."