"What, you been drugged before?" He looks up with a grim expression, anger just restrained behind a curtain of dirty hair. He's just barely keeping himself from spitting poison at a man that's done nothing to him, who ought to be-- seems to want to be something like-- his ally.

In the next few days, allies might make all the difference.

Daryl takes another halting step, and avoids any help the other man might be offering.