Shortly after shutting Rick and the rest of his group up in the bunker, Lisa took a moment or two to hide the door to the place to keep others from finding it and attempting to get in and then led Daryl across the back of the property and into the woods just in time to keep from being seen by the 'others'.

Shortly after which she had led him through a little area full of bear traps and other nasty things that he supposed it was nice to know of since the last thing he needed was to attempt hunting on her lands at a later date only to find himself injured or incapacitated by the damned things.

"Where are we going?" He finally thought to ask after a little while spent circling the woods surrounding her home.

"Nowhere." She replied as she continued to lead him until they reached a tall, sturdy tree that had what looked like an somewhat sizable, new-ish looking clubhouse made of nothing but wood, glass and tin. Daryl turned his head to give her a somewhat disbelieving look for a moment.

His eyes questioning as she gave him a quick defensive look and then jumped and swung herself up into the tree's branches and then wrapped a leg around the branch that she had wound up on and swung herself back down to give him a hand up.

"Come on," She said as he stared at her offered hand for a moment before seeing to realize that she must be up to something and took a moment before deciding that it was probably best to listen to her and see what happened now.

Shifting his bow so that it rested against his back, he took her hand and was only moderately surprised when she yanked him up into the branches and let him settle himself next to her before letting his hand go so that she could shift herself around, and climb to her feet and walk across the branch that she had been seated on, before turning to him and holding her hand out again.

Daryl waved her off, stating that he could make it to where she was by himself. Something that the little lady scoffed at but let him make an attempt to reach where she was anyways. And after several moment's of trying to reach her- one of which he slipped a tad and his feet almost went out from under him- he finally reached Lisa's side where he got a very feminine version of what could only have been one of his older brother's glares coupled with a headshake.

"Come on. We don't have any time to waste horsing around." Lisa said as she moved from one limb to the next until she reached the door of the clubhouse and waited patiently for him to step inside before finally going, "Welcome to the control center. I use this place to monitor everything above ground and below it for miles." She said as he took a moment to look around the place, noting that it was broken up into three areas.

A computer room- with electricity- that housed close to ten different monitor's on a hand made wooden desk and a little swivel chair that had definitely seen better days. A little kitchen, complete with cabinets, a stove and fridge. And a bedroom with a little beanbag chair, several piles of books, a tiny adjoined bathroom (complete with an actual toilet and shower, and sink) a dresser, and a small bed.

The place didn't seem like much from the outside, but to Daryl it was obvious that she used the place often. There was a small waste basket full to almost overflowing with junk food wrappers and paper plates. The computer desk was littered with little scraps of candy bar wrappers.

And the bedroom and bathroom both were completely stocked with the necessities. Toilet paper, soap, shampoo, conditioner, a razor- hell the damn floor around the shower was even littered with articles of clothing!

Frowning a little bit, he glanced over at her as she seated herself in the chair before the computers and began turning them on one by one.

"How long has it been since you were last here?" He asked curiously. Wondering just how often it was that she actually used the place.

"Ever since I told everyone just what it is that I was. After everyone freaked out on me, I left the house and came here," Lisa said almost so softly that he had to strain to hear her before going on to say, "Plus I figured that it would be for the best." Daryl stared at her as he felt his heart begin to ache. "You know, since no one really trusted me or cared all that much about the fact that I never wanted to be a monster. It was just the hand that I was dealt... Besides I've overheard your people talking about killing me."

He said nothing as she quickly got the computer monitors up and running before turning around in her seat to look at him for a moment and noted the somewhat guilty look on his handsome face before he looked away.

He was quiet for a moment before finally muttering, "You really can hear everything for miles, huh?"

"Yes." She said as he turned his head to look at her with a startled look. He knew that she had already demonstrated some of her abilities to him and the others, but unless he witnessed her using her abilities up close- he tended to forget from time to time that she really wasn't a normal person.

Locking eyes with her, he took in her young appearance and blamed the fact that he kept forgetting that she wasn't normal on her well polished innocent façade. Her young/seemingly innocent countenance kept throwing him.

He grunted and looked around again, unsure of what he should be doing as she turned away from him and began to check and see if the intruders had arrived as she said, "Chill out and take a load off, big guy. There's food and drinks in the kitchen. Help yourself while I plan out what to do with our new play pals."

Knowing that he had just been dismissed, Daryl felt uncertain whereas to proceed.

He had stayed outside of the bunker to help the little gal by watching her back. And while it was a bit obvious that she didn't seem to know what to do with him, one would think that she would at least let him do what he had said he would do.

Which meant helping in any plans that she may be in need of making.

However he didn't voice his thoughts, hoping that Lisa would catch herself and include him as he went into the kitchen and quietly checked out the fridge and freezer.

Holy- He thought to himself as he pulled his head out and quietly closed the doors after snagging himself a soda. The girl hadn't been joking when she had said that there was food and drinks. Both the fridge and freezer were completely stocked with everything from meats, to vegetables, butter, salad dressings- there was even several loaves of bread sitting on part of the counter next to the kitchen sink.

Popping the tab on his soda, he meandered back to the main room and looked around for a second before deciding to drag the beanbag chair from the bedroom so that he could sit.