Daryl doesn't try to add anything. He was perfectly fine going quiet and letting the engine do the talking at that point. The drive took a decent amount of time with the kind of traffic the major roads saw, especially around the palace. He brought them right up to the gates and pulled a genuine card-stock invitation Natasha might be able to make out gold foil lettering on. Definitely on the posh side of things. His ID was handed over after that and in short order, both were passed back and the gates opened. They were directed where to park and as he was cutting the engine, the two were greeted by a high-heeled, very prim and proper woman.

"Hello, Welcome to Buckingham Palace," she said with a smile that was so well-practiced it actually looked genuine. "My name is Matilda Brown and I'll be your guide this evening. It's a pleasure."

Daryl ducked his head and gave a quiet hello while he slid off the bike and started packing his helmet up.