Daryl was the first out by virtue of Maggie driving, but she leaned out the window far enough to give a wave. He nodded at Jesus, who definitely hadn't taken his time and was being polite enough. He did his best to relax his shoulders as he walked forward to meet him but his arms ended up crossing, fingers curled into the armholes of his vest, by the time he got close enough to talk easily.

"Things been quiet?" He asked out of habit and caution born of the hard life all of them had lived since everything started. Quiet wasn't necessarily good, but it was better than having too much going on. More specifically, he meant the possibility of stragglers from their attack on the Saviors. While they were sure they'd gotten everyone, Daryl remained just a little paranoid. "No stragglers bursting from the woodwork?"