"The only thing?" Color him skeptical. Daryl looks out over the wide expanse before the compound. There's a guy on the roof standing guard, and he's holding one of those crazy guns they've got, the kind you could've only found in Carl's comic books before Daryl showed up here.

But that's not what Kaidan means, and Daryl knows it. He looks back down. "Pinholes don't go both ways."