Daryl's dressed as he normally is. Checked flannel shirt with the sleeves hacked off. Leather vest over the top. Jeans with holes in the knees. The knives he had were concealed and his gun was hidden, too. Nothing to make him look like he was being illegal in anyway. Just a guy out to meet up with a girl.

He showed up on time, walking from the train station rather than on his bike. He didn't the territory enough yet to pick a spot to park it. And they'd be walking anyway.

When he saw her, his jaw tightened and he looked suitably abashed at not having contacted her in a while before he nodded at her in greeting.]

Hey.