Coming from a little girl-- no matter what color her skin's been dyed-- the statement is nothing but hilarious. Daryl's serious veneer cracks, just slightly, and incredulous laughter fills the distance. A soft bark or two, nothing over the top. He doesn't laugh much as a rule. But it's still notable, at least for him. He shakes his head.

"You're saying people like me're so weak," he says, "but here I am, still living. What's that tell you?"