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Being in the middle of a line was never a comfortable situation for Daryl. She didn't like having someone at her back, someone clearly able to see her while she couldn't see them. Taking the tiniest step forward as she felt a body slide behind hers, she subtly turned her head, a sweep of dark hair shielding her cheek as she twisted just enough to catch sight of him from the corner of her eye. Satisfied that she had connected a face to this presence, she turned her back on him once again.
Hearing that incessant tapping, though, was not something that she appreciated. The acoustics in this bank seemed to be tailored especially for the magnification of obnoxious sound. Stiffening slightly, Daryl turned more blatantly, gaze obviously on the other man's tapping feet before allowing it to rise to his face. She said nothing, offered little in her expression other than terse neutrality, but counted on that turn being all that was needed to silence him.