If Daryl caught the remark about the women, he didn't show it. He was focused on taking in their surroundings and making sure he had his body between Jesus and any visible potential threats. He trusted the man to take care of himself, but old habits died hard and Daryl had always been protective.

"Dentist ain't the kind of doctor most of us need, though," he muttered back, keeping his voice low so it wouldn't carry. "'Less they're just working out of the office. If they got a real doctor 'round here, then they're doing better than a lot of folks."

Actually, even if they were struggling to maintain a food supply, the fortifications on the place made Daryl think they were doing pretty damn well. Whoever set it up when things went to shit around here did a damn fine job of securing it.

At the office, Daryl pulled open the door and held it for Jesus to go through.