"Ewww." Clementine says, still leaning forward a little to see better. Yeah, it has pretty sharp teeth, though she's not sure how they'd be useful outside the mouth of the creature they belonged to. "That's gross."

This from a little girl used to the undead being all about her. At least this thing isn't rotting, yet, though she doesn't know how Daryl stands to hold it like that.

Saying her friends were nearby had been a ploy of sorts, a deterrent. Not actually all that true. "I was looking for supplies." she tells him, plucking at the sleeve of her pink suit. "And... I'm waiting for them to show who died today."

Maybe people she knew, maybe not.