"They don't seem like they lose many. I don't know how. The cities are so dangerous." Paul shakes his head, looking over at Daryl calculatingly. He's glad they're on the same page about it and manages a tiny smile, one of those private little things like only he knows what he's pleased about. It's nice to see that things are pretty clean and there are of course the people wandering around - clearly from all walks of life, all ages. No kids though, which makes Paul's stomach turn a little because it makes him think of the kids back in Alexandria and how they're the only ones he remembers in so long.

"Fire escape's perfect," he agrees, and once they reach it he motions silently for Daryl to give him a quick boost up in thee space that's safest so he can drag the ladder down because he's just a little too short to do it and needs the leverage. It comes down with a clang so hard that it cracks the concrete it lands on (typical of these types of ladders) and he sighs, dropping down. "Walkers can't climb ladders." That said, he cracks his knuckles and moves to hoist himself up the ladder and onto the fire escape proper. "These damn things are always the first to go."

This one seems like it'll hold all right though, and he waits for Daryl before starting the rest of the way up, boots making tiny vibrating ringing sounds with each step.