"Yeah, but if I found a bunch of disoriented malcontents dumped randomly in the snow outside of my nice, neat base, a bunch of whom are military or ex-military or just plain hell-bent on making trouble," his eyes find Daryl again, then slide back to York, "I sure wouldn't want to keep them all cooped up in the same place for too long. Mostly to keep the kind of conversation we're having right now to a bare minimum, if nothing else."