"Got it!" It isn't loud, just carrying enough for him to hear, as Daryl's stuff lands heavily in her arms. Beth slings the crossbow over one shoulder and watches the area around them as he climbs down.

They've been lucky so far - if she's willing to admit it to herself, she knows she's been lucky so far - but there are walkers out there. Maybe there's better hunting, their kind of hunting, someplace else. When he gets down to the ground, she asks, "What're we hunting for?"