"Don't know anything about that," he muttered. "But if you got ideas on how to phone home, you go right ahead E.T. Won't hear no complaints from me."

Daryl stopped in the middle of his own work to stare at the hand offered to him. The guy didn't even know what his name was and admitted to having no contact with the living for a while. Hell, that sounded almost as fucked up as what they group had been through.

He wiped his fingers on his jeans and reached out to take the hand, give it a single firm shake before he let go. Was about to move on again when he squinted over at 'James', considering a moment, then said, "Got some questions for you. Three of 'em."