Daryl looks down at his space suit and empty hands then back to Beth, eyebrows raised questioningly. There's not even a proper belt or any pockets to put things inside; he has nothing. It would be an opportune moment to crack a dirty joke if he was that kinda guy, but he's not, so he saves his breath.
Beth's added weight against the door was more help than she thought. When she moves away, the mass of the creature colliding with the door is enough to rock Daryl forward slightly with a grunt, giving a pretty good indication of its size and strength. Still, it would be two on one. He likes their current odds.
He gives the room another once over but still can't see anything remotely useful as a weapon. Then his eyes fall on the helmet Beth's still carrying around and inspiration hits.
"The visor," he says, raising a hand to gesture to his eyes, "on your helmet. Break it. Try an' get shards big enough we can use."
If they encounter anything later that makes having the full suit and helmet necessary, he figures he can just backtrack for his and let Beth use his helmet.
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Beth's added weight against the door was more help than she thought. When she moves away, the mass of the creature colliding with the door is enough to rock Daryl forward slightly with a grunt, giving a pretty good indication of its size and strength. Still, it would be two on one. He likes their current odds.
He gives the room another once over but still can't see anything remotely useful as a weapon. Then his eyes fall on the helmet Beth's still carrying around and inspiration hits.
"The visor," he says, raising a hand to gesture to his eyes, "on your helmet. Break it. Try an' get shards big enough we can use."
If they encounter anything later that makes having the full suit and helmet necessary, he figures he can just backtrack for his and let Beth use his helmet.