Daryl's back straightened immediately and he scooted to the side, pressing closer to the door. It could either be interpreted as running away or making more room for the man. Daryl himself wasn't all that sure which it was. He gulped and cleared his throat, arms crossing and fingers curling tightly into his vest as he coughed out a quick "No."

Another quick clearing and he went on a bit calmer, "Ain't been... been busy. You have, too, right?"