Cooper eyes the man up and down. Mussed hair, clothes that looked ripped and torn from use rather than purpose, and a don't fuck with me attitude. He reminded the vampire of the nest he'd left back in Pemkowet, all full of rough biker sorts that would soon as look at someone as drain them dry. "No, you look more like the type to be here out of curiosity. I'm Cooper, the new Vampire Representative." Daryl probably already knew that if he was in the car, but it never hurt to put some heft behind the title he'd worked so hard to achieve.

"And you are?" He held out a hand for Daryl to shake, a subtle test to see how the man reacted. If he decided not to shake, Cooper was going to definitely peg him in the category of unfriendly and possibly an asshole.