They make a good team, fighting and annoying the piss out of each other. One good turn deserves another, and she cuts through whatever bullshit he's spinning. There's only one person here Merle gives a shit about enough about to actually ask after. She can't even blame him for it. In another world, she'd be the same.

"I'll keep an eye out for Daryl."

There's a rumbling, the car going over a few twitching bumps, more Dead mowed down. Joan swears-- the jeep will make it through this, but who knows how much longer, if they keep running bodies over.