Daryl shrugged. All he knew about vampires he'd learned after arriving in London. There hadn't been any around the small towns he'd lived in for most of his life. Probably because everyone knew everyone in them and outside of the yearly hunting rush, there wasn't a lot of a transient population. Wouldn't have been easy to live unnoticed in that environment. Not the way witches and meta humans could. Or most shapeshifters.

So when he had been planning the trip, he'd tried to cover as many bases as possible. Looking up when sunrise was expected to be, double checking his drive times, the weather to make sure it was clear. Contingency routes in case a car wreck happened and they had to book it back. Stuff he normally didn't care to worry about.

But all he said as he finished his beer was, "You got a time limit I don't, Cinderella."