It's a better question than Aaron was expecting. As always, Daryl is full of small, quiet, unassuming surprises. He's never flashy or showy, but he makes his presence known.

No, no, scratch that, he was definitely flashy when he got his hands on that rocket launcher.

"I don't know," Aaron says, "maybe she just wanted something to throw out. It just meant it took about a teaspoon of alcohol to make me a giggly mess." He rolls his eyes at himself, less fondly than usual. He's in a mood to be dour, it seems.