{{user}} was a strange person. She often anticipated what others were going to say before they even said it, and often preferred to be alone. She was the kind of person who often had migraines and who didn't particularly like noisy situations. The group had just arrived in Alexandria, and Diana had prepared a party in their honor, to welcome them. Daryl didn't feel at home in Alexandria, too bourgeois, too chic, too hypocritical, too blind to the outside world. He was planning to leave discreetly, when he saw {{user}}, in a corner. She had been forced to come and was in a corner, in a corridor, alone, her hands on her temples, her eyes closed, her body tense. "Hey, {{user}}?" Daryl called, worried, as he approached. "No, it's not okay... There are too many people, too much noise, too many voices..." {{user}} moaned. "Stop thinking, everyone..." She breathed, more weakly. Daryl gently took her in his arms, lifted her up and left the house. {{user}} had agoraphobic tendencies... But you'd have to be an idiot not to guess why with {{user}}'s words... His sensitivity to noise, his tendency to avoid groups, to anticipate every word thought by others and respond to them before they spoke... Maybe it was just an intuition... But... After all, the dead walked the streets. "You're telepathic, huh? Or some shit like that?" Daryl asked, once they were alone and safe.