Daryl had noticed the marks, but refrained from saying anything. He knew there was money in that kind of work. As much as it made him uncomfortable, the best he could do right then and there was what he was doing: offering her another option.

Her going for breakfast made his lips twitch up in a small smile before he could get it under control. His own coffee got put down next to his water and he immediately raided the creamer to fill the cup as much as he could. No sugar, but he liked his cream. His own meal was just a sandwich. The one with the most meat, but a sandwich none the less.

"You got someone to call if things go bad?" Other than Lance.