Daryl isn't in here for medical attention. He's once again snooping around, trying to decide what petty acts of resistance he can and can't get away with. He mostly ignores the orange behemoth in the room, slating her in with the lizard under genealogical mysteries he doesn't want to solve.

Then the door slams shut. Well, that answers his questions about what he can get away with. Daryl makes a B-line for the lab. "Ain't no drill."