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[ By now, she's almost entirely convinced that he's not as bad as he seems. Mostly on account of the fact that usually, bad people are better at pretending they aren't. Especially when his face softens. She's seen that look on enough people to know it's usually genuine.

So she's offering: ] Clementine. [ And after a second, she lifts the gun to examine it, carefully makes sure the safety's back on, and slides it back into her hoodie pocket. (She always saw Lee store it in the waistband of his pants, but she's had nothing but this nightgown and hoodie for a long long time, and storing it in the waistband of a nightgown isn't very possible.)

Congrats, Daryl. You won at least enough trust that she doesn't think she'll have to defend herself from you in the next few minutes. So with that, she's meeting him halfway, accepting the jerky. ] Thank you. [ But it sounds almost apologetic, and a second later she's letting him know what's on her mind: ] I'm sorry I almost shot you. I just didn't know if you were bad. [ And now that she's apologized, she takes a bite of the jerky. After going hungry for this long, it tastes amazing, so don't mind her if she's just going to scarf it all down right here and now. ]