"Sure." Once she was dressed, she went rummaging in the bag for food. It was fair to say she'd worked up an appetite and she bet Daryl was in the same situation. She hummed happily to herself, not in the slightest bit concerned about the slight soreness or stickiness she felt when she moved.

"Wanna eat while we're movin'?" She asked him, handing him an open can of fruit cocktail.