[ Daryl sighs, looking at the ceiling in exasperation. He can see he's getting nowhere, even if Jesse is trying to humour him for some reason, but at least the other guy has calmed down somewhat. That makes Daryl calm down again, even though he's worried what will happen if Jesse won't see reason and they run right into a group of walkers. It's only a matter of time he thinks, especially in a city, until he's proven right. So why push? He just hopes he'll be around to keep this spazzy idiot from getting himself bit when the time comes.

Unless... he's right? Daryl hasn't seen a single one since he's arrived here, and there are other, bigger things to worry about. ]

Fine. [ he eventually says, shaking his head. Daryl sighs again, like he's the one now humouring Jesse. At least the kid is right. They need to get somewhere safer. ] But you ain't walkin' far on those feet. You've got t'deal with 'em. [ Daryl pulls what's left of his long-sleeved shirt out of where he's tucked it into his belt and starts ripping it into shreds. ] You got any idea where safe is? 'Cause I don't. [ So far Daryl has elected to ignore the suggestion of getting him cleaned up. ]