She laughs a little, though she probably wouldn't if she knew just how miserable Daryl'd been before he came to the camp. As it is, she's picturing his usual gruff demeanor and the way he uses half a word when three would do. Especially under those circumstances, he'd be too focused on finding their way to be good company.

"He's just quiet." He's shy, is on her tongue, but Daryl wouldn't appreciate anyone suggesting that. It's not the timid kind, it's just--especially now that he's sick--that the idea of people paying him any mind seems like it makes his life harder, not easier. "But if you want to learn about hunting, he's the best guy to ask."