Cell block D... E... F

Hold on a fuckin' second.

Cell block D... C... B...

Nora felt as though she'd been wandering forever until she noticed the crossbow poking inconspicuously through the bars of one cell on Block B. She sighed, strolling calmly to the opening and peeking within its confines to see Beast himself... settled so comfortably upon his bed, twirling an arrow in his palm.

Her eyes flickered from the arrow to his face, unsure of what she should say.

"Hi."

Smooth.

His eyes moved to rest upon the female as she entered the frame of his cell door. He quickly returned his gaze to the arrow in his hands, as if he seemed more interested in it than Nora. It didn't surprise him in the least that she had come to him. In his gut he knew that it was only a matter of time before the woman tried to approach him. To try to talk to him. To connect. He recoiled at the thought. It was a bitter thought and something he wished not to be a part of.

The arrow twirled slowly through his fingers as he laid there. He was comfortable where he lay, but figured that he would most likely be getting up very soon, as it wasn't Lenora's style to simply back off when he wanted his personal space. She was not the type to give him the satisfaction. "Can I help you?" He asked stiffly, his voice a little rough. He made no efforts to look at her, keeping his ocean orbs fixated upon the bolt.

Nora recoiled the moment those harsh words fled his lips. Here lay the very man who's mere image had propelled her from her own coffin... and he acted so nonchalant. Though Nora was doing her best to grasp the concept of his inner turmoil, she couldn't understand why he would be so callous upon her return. Even through years of psychology and sociology... he was an enigma; a walking mystery that she couldn't fucking figure out to save her life.

And she had tried so many times.

Her eyes blinked tiredly; clearly in no mood for confrontation. Nora stuffed her injured hands into the pockets of her fitted hoodie, hoping he didn't catch glimpse of them as she lowered her eyes. Contrary to her normal need to confront him and lay waste to his ego, Nora now felt her efforts would be shot against one giant, defensive brick wall.

She lifted her head once more, thinking on her feet. "Don't be assumin' ye can 'elp me wit' not'in', Beast." Ye never did before. She snapped, her tone colder, crueler and more vicious than the very fury burning in her veins. It'd been the first time Nora had ever spoken to her Beast this way. With the hell she'd just been through and now... being shunned by the one man who helped her find her strength to live again... she was furious. She forced herself to calm somewhat and spoke through clenched teeth. "Carol asked me to find ye and see if ye were 'ungry. Food's about ta be served."

He stopped twirling the arrow, his eyes snapping onto Nora as she spat back at him, having never heard her speak in such a tone before. It was venomous. Daryl eyed her over a second, a hint of curiosity presenting itself in his gaze briefly before she added on a bullshit excuse to be there. "Ain't hungry." Daryl stated, being short with the Irish woman.

Nora stole a deep breath and nodded curtly, her face blank; empty and cold. Fine. Let him starve. As if she'd care.

"As ye wish, m'lord." She muttered before bowing out of the room. She paused, then turned back to him. "By th'by. 'Ere." She tossed a small paper bag almost violently at his chest, hoping to at least smack him in the face with it. But, it wound up merely knocking the bolt from his grasp. "Found dis while I was out frolicking for a month wit' Andrea." She left him with the bag before murmuring a string of Gaelic curses under her breath as she headed back to join the group.

And inside that small mound of paper was a very small amount of beef jerky Nora had come across in one of the stores they had raided before fleeing Woodbury.

A look of irritation instantly crossed his features as the brown back whacked the arrow out of his hands, which moved to collect the item afterwards. His eyes darted across the room to glare at the Irish woman as she spoke of frolicking around for a month and getting him this. He stared at the empty door frame for a good while long after she had left before he slowly opened the bag up to look inside. To his surprise it was one of his favorite snacks that he used to eat when the world hadn't gone to shit. His lips came together, forming in a line as he suddenly felt guilty for allowing himself to react the way he did.