Daryl nods, and reaches over the rabbit's head. With one wrenching motion of his wrist, he snaps the creature's neck. He then begins the slow process of resetting the trap, something he does intentionally slowly, making sure Miles can see it. If, of course, he cares to look. Daryl isn't one much for loud displays of... well, anything.

"Got dinner, then." He throws the rabbit over his shoulder, looping it into a long string. "Gotta check the rest of 'em. You get on back to camp."