Astronaut isn't. Entirely wrong. Wash knows how to survive out there well enough, but he'd still mostly be relying on his equipment, on things he'd never be anywhere without -- anywhere except here, apparently. He lifts an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking up slightly.

"If I'm too skinny, then so're you." Holding out his hand, an offer for him to take the rabbit Daryl's already skewered off his hands and start that on the fire while Daryl could go on to work on one of his other kills. "Thanks, though. You've been helping out a lot food, huh?"