An actual smile worked across Rick's face and he looked far less tense than he had a mere five minutes ago. "If I could be so lucky," he responded, winking quickly. Being able to tease and joke around felt foreign and apart of a whole different kind of world. In many ways, Rick had left behind the lighter parts of himself when he assumed the leadership role for the entire group. They needed a certain kind of image but the weariness of it had started to fray Rick down right at the seams.

"Deal," Rick agreed, already climbing to his feet, taking the glass along with him. "Won't be many arrows to find," he continued, sounding more confident than he actually felt. He didn't really do well with failure, not much of a surprise, honestly. "Lemme change and get some shoes then we can head on out."

Without waiting for a response, he set the cup in the sink and carefully made his way upstairs to change and shove some shoes onto his feet. He made sure to grab two knives and his gun before he left his room. Always prepared for the worst case scenario. He made sure to check in with Judy and Carl before he went back downstairs and out of the house. His eyes swept around quickly to find Daryl, the nervous energy working its way back over him. He really did need to do something before his mind wandered back to take over plotting.