Uhhuh, [ he agrees, about whatever she says it's like. He doesn't have a clue, but it can't hurt to be encouraging, right? Right.
Still visually scanning the area, still completely out of sorts. He tells himself to get a fucking grip— doesn't matter if this is just a facade, it's actually completely fine if there's nothing horrible leaping out to kill them.
But this is a facade, he's sure. What the hell was the blood about, otherwise? ]
It's a good first guess. [ Of machines. ] I'm no expert either.
[ So, they are Conscious Knife Crew now, with their funny outfits and blood. Great. Daryl takes a moment and stows the knife in its holder, tucking the whole thing under his jeans. Welp. ]
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Still visually scanning the area, still completely out of sorts. He tells himself to get a fucking grip— doesn't matter if this is just a facade, it's actually completely fine if there's nothing horrible leaping out to kill them.
But this is a facade, he's sure. What the hell was the blood about, otherwise? ]
It's a good first guess. [ Of machines. ] I'm no expert either.
[ So, they are Conscious Knife Crew now, with their funny outfits and blood. Great. Daryl takes a moment and stows the knife in its holder, tucking the whole thing under his jeans. Welp. ]
... Guess we should check in.