Daryl was having a much harder time than he had any right to in pawing through the book. He couldn't get just one page to turn. Four or nine all flopped over at once from the pressure unless he dared to try and use his claws. Which he hadn't yet. But he was getting to the point he might. He just didn't want to destroy the book.

If he could have talked, he would have been grumbling about why Annie didn't just offer to get the damn needle. Surely two adults could get it faster than some kid, right? He really hated that he couldn't talk right then and there.