He should've been more alert and observant, kept his guard up.. But, while sifting through a selection of decorative glass marbles, he was bumped into. Ready to yell at whoever to watch where they were going, he saw himself looking at the lady from the phone, the one who was from a zombie apocalypse, too.. And decided not to yell at her, wouldn't do any good anyhow. Her being too damn cheerful.
Dropping the marbles back into the container (he swore he heard that clerk sigh with relief) Daryl focused on the woman, deadpan. "That's right." A small jut of his chin. "You're the one with the virus created in house." Really was nothing more fucked up.. People knowingly creating something like that.