Daryl nodded along, taking several big spoonfuls of the stew while Jesus talked, all the while keeping his eyes on the man. Watching how he spoke. Not just his words, but his body language. It was different than when they'd first met and it made Daryl wonder which version of the guy he'd seen - and he'd seen three separate faces at this point - was the 'real' one. Probably not the one that stole the truck. That was clearly an affected act to throw off anyone he ran into. But the one Daryl had seen when Jesus dealt with Gregory wasn't nearly as confident as the one he was seeing now and it was more than a little disconcerting. How much this man who clearly wanted to do right by his people seemed to fold and reduce himself to hours of pleading and arguing with his leader just to get anything done.

Had a real open expression now, though. Unschooled as he thought about the policies his people might be able to adopt from Daryl's.

"Mmm hmm," he agreed, letting his spoon rest on the edge of his bowl. "Tara and Heath went out on one right after we took care of that place. Left in one of the campers we found there. Next group'll go out in another few days. Just before they're due back. Anything they find while they're out, we'll work into our future plans. The rest of us go on rotation outside the community for day trips like the one we found you on."

Daryl brought his arm up to wipe at his mouth to clean anything lingering off and sniffed loudly, "You been scavenging the area longer than we have. The places between us anyway. Be a big help if you let us know what you know's already cleared out."