Daryl ducks his head and turns his body to keep his mouth from being easily visible while he answered. One hand coming up for him to chew on the skin between thumb and forefinger.

"Still some helicopters working, but the kind of trip that'd take just to do this?" He shook his head. That would be so pointless it wasn't even worth saying it aloud. "I don't know. Maybe we're having one of them joint hallucinations. Or maybe we're in purgatory. Hell if I know."