"We can mark up your map before you head back then."

Once Jesus was done as well he nodded, standing and grabbing all the dishes up with practiced ease. "Hang on a second, I'll be right back." He does disappear to take them off to where they'll be washed later but he returns presently, dropping across from Daryl with a sigh.

"If I'm honest," he murmurs, not loud enough for anyone but Daryl to hear, "there's not much of anything left between here and there." Jesus shakes his head after that, fingertips tapping on the tabletop lightly. "I've combed the whole area and with the..." the whole giving 'half' to the Saviors thing, "things dried up way faster than they would have otherwise."