Sergei followed and likewise began to gather dry branches that looked good for constructing a fire. He propped his collection onto his shoulder as well, managing to get a pretty good amount all at once by using its' broad surface area. He also picked up some smaller sticks and pieces of dry grass, to use as kindling.
"Hey Daryl...what do you think about our group so far? You think everyone travelling with us can be trusted to hold up their end of the bargain?" he asked. "I don't mean to sound paranoid or anything. It's just...I've been thinking. We let anyone who wants to come along join us without knowing anything about them. Who's to say some of the people we picked up along the way aren't working with our bounties?" He looked down at the ground, his ears flattening against his skull as he contemplated the awful idea. "If someone turns on us at the last minute, we could be easy pickings. I know if I was being hunted by a bunch of ruthless mercenaries, I'd wanna hire my own team to counter-act them. It's the smart thing to do," he insisted.
He looked up, facing Daryl directly again. "What do you think? Am I just talking nonsense here?" he asked, a desperate tone to his voice, as if he were hoping to be proven wrong somehow.