Daryl shook his head, lips pressed together. No one could remember getting grabbed. Nothing about being put on the transport. But just being where they were and then waking up sore and woozy. He met Glenn's eyes for a moment, then dropped them before murmuring, "Could be spacemen. Met a woman who ain't human."

And yes, Glenn, he knew exactly how that sounded. But he was being serious as he hopped out of the transport and headed back to his pile of supplies. He had five people to account for now, with Glenn. Glenn, though, he knew he could trust to watch out for himself properly.

Once Glenn was on the ground with him, Daryl pulled one of the two remaining knives he'd been given. The one the girl, Rose, found and handed over to him. In turn, Daryl held it out so Glenn could have it. No questions asked. And he had an empty sheath anyway.