The salute was really something else, and though Daryl didn't smile there was laughter in his eyes, in the way the fine lines at the corners became more pronounced as he exchanged another pointed look with Rick. Even without the uniform, stetson, and badge, people could still recognise the cop in him. He was definitely going to get teased about it later.

"No trouble," Daryl agreed easily, "unless y'make trouble." Moving fully into the cave camp, he knelt near where he knew one of the first aid kits was stashed and brushed the pine needles off it. He laid out a sizable strip of tanned deer hide, then started picking out the medical supplies that would help with infected lacerations and arranged them on it. It wasn't a matter of being stingy, just practical; no sense in sending the entire kit with the guy, even if they did currently have a few to spare. They'd been extremely lucky so far, but there was no telling what the future held.

"Where ya from?" he called back over his shoulder as he worked. "Sounds like we might'a been neighbours before all this shit."

Ellis obviously hailed from the South, but Daryl was willing to put his money on Georgia specifically. And despite present circumstances, he found it a little heartening to think Ellis might be from some version of 'home' — not that it'd make them any more likely to trust him, but there was something to be said for familiarity.