Beth Greene had been given a strict Christian upbringing. She had been raised to respect others and to never be defiant but that little girl had died along with her daddy. So she stood up taller, looked him right in the eye, and looked at him with as much care and compassion as she could muster.

"No," she softly told him, shaking her head. "I ain't going anywhere, Daryl. Whatever's going on here, you need me. And I'm gonna help you, just like you helped me."

She brought her hands up to show him she meant no harm, and took a moment to bring her hands to her shirt and raise it up enough that he saw she didn't have a weapon hidden in her waistband either. She was unarmed, and he was acting like she meant him all the damn harm in the world. How could he ever get to the point of thinking that?

"Last thing I remember, I was at the hospital. Dawn, she - "

She stopped there, confusion showing. Her mouth suddenly felt dry, despite the never ending rain, and she licked at her lips. "Then I woke up here, just now, in some kind of pod. Felt more like a coffin, if you ask me. Busted my chin on it and everything. There's walkers out there, fast moving ones, and that's why I ran into you like I did. I don't have anything to fight them with. Not like you with your -" Toy. "You know."