The fridge full Daryl stood up, lifting the much lighter box up onto the counter, though a few unopened beer bottles still remained in it.
Noting the lady standing in front of him on opposite side of the bar looking like she fully intended on running away from the havoc that was the Roadhouse, Daryl nodded over at her. "You used to have a little you hanging round here." He stated, watching her evenly. "Adriatic, right?"