"It's more than fine," Maggie answered for the both of them as they followed. She branched off from Jesus and Daryl when they got to the tables. First to get a bowl for herself and then to go sit near Doc Harlan to chat with him.

It left Daryl with no one to sit with (he wasn't going to interrupt that) that he knew, other than Jesus. So when he got his bowl he waited to see where the man would settle himself before following after and grabbing a seat opposite him. He noticed the difference in how Jesus carried himself compared to the others of the colony. The rest had some fear in them, they probably would never lose that. But Jesus was ready to act at a moment's notice the way Daryl and Maggie and all of their people were. Like recognized like.

"You the only one that goes out, or just the one we were unlucky enough to have steal our shit?" He asked in an attempt to make something of a semblance of polite conversation. He wouldn't ever say it aloud, but he liked company when he ate. And liked catching up with his friends and family. Maggie being busy, that left Jesus.