So she ties them on. Around each wrist, one more clenched in her hand. Her knife's in the other hand - she's not doing this totally unarmed - but Daryl carrying her stuff, she feels naked. It's unsettling, handing over her bow, even if she's the one who'd suggested it.

Daryl's unsettled, too, she suspects. It's hard not to be. "Go on then. I'll listen for you."

It's all anticipation at this point, adrenaline already coursing through her, and she looks sharp along the parking lot, taking in the obstacles she might need to dodge. That's the worst possibility, that she falls. Second-worst is that walkers get as interested in her stomping as the hog.