She'd like to hug him, but things aren't what they were the night before. The camp is awake and (mostly) sober, the sun is out, and Daryl's upset enough as it is. Nothing she can do is going to help unless she can convince him they aren't completely at risk.

"Nobody here..." She pauses, trying to decide what she wants to tell him. When she starts again, it's something else--something more concrete than Nobody's tried anything. "Only one of them knows how it spreads. We watched a corpse for hours. Even if it's in us, it's not contagious here."

And if that's true, maybe the Cetas won't be able to find a way to use the pathogen against them. Maybe something went wrong when they were dragged over here.