[It's a surprise, certainly, and yet it probably shouldn't be -- she knew Daryl meant his offer, had no reason to not believe that he would truly go out there and search for something for her, too. She looks up from the bags he drops on the ground at her feet before looking up and smiling at him.]

This is far more than I expected. I had no idea... [That there even were so many clothing supplies out there, but then-- if all the people here died... who would have taken their things? No one, she supposes.]

I'm sure there's something that fits. I'll return the jacket to you later.

[His awkward allusion to lady things makes her lips quirk up and her smile turn amused, and yet she appreciates it; appreciates him making no mention of the way her belly is less noticeable than it was when they arrived, the way she looks almost... normal, now. No questions, nothing. Just how she likes it, about this particular subject. Awkward though he may feel, Padmé appreciates his silence on the subject.

As he's walking away, he'll hear her shouting after him:] Daryl? Thank you!