[ Daryl isn't bothered by her outburst, which seems pretty reasonable to him, honestly. His own threshold for losing his patience has just been pushed out into the stratosphere by life post-apocalypse. It'd be a virtue, if the tradeoff wasn't how disproportionately awful his temper is now, when it's actually conjured up. Swings and roundabouts. ]
Gotta be, [ he mutters. ] Lotta names in the reservation book.
[ A delayed observation. Hunting and tracking aren't all that different from detective work, mechanically, it's just he so often forgets to pay attention when he's anywhere even a little civilized. Some part of him still expecting to be turfed out for being a fraud of a human. ]
Probably a bar in the cafe. [ Maybe. And maybe they don't card. (Spoiler: it's the 80s, Nancy looks like she could be his daughter, they may not!) ] Looks like it's the central feature in here, might as well check it out. See who else is around that looks like they just bled on a door.
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Gotta be, [ he mutters. ] Lotta names in the reservation book.
[ A delayed observation. Hunting and tracking aren't all that different from detective work, mechanically, it's just he so often forgets to pay attention when he's anywhere even a little civilized. Some part of him still expecting to be turfed out for being a fraud of a human. ]
Probably a bar in the cafe. [ Maybe. And maybe they don't card. (Spoiler: it's the 80s, Nancy looks like she could be his daughter, they may not!) ] Looks like it's the central feature in here, might as well check it out. See who else is around that looks like they just bled on a door.