"Easy," Daryl's voice, rough with age and cigarettes, was attempting to be gentle all the same. He put a hand to the guy's shoulder and snapped his fingers in front of his face to get him to focus. "Hold still."

Couldn't get him out of there if he was squirming too much. Wasn't sure if he'd need to cut him out, neither. More than a few of the belts he'd already undone had been damaged somehow. Probably from the impact or something like that.