"Is Daryl his name?" Kiley asked before sipping some water from the bottle in her hand. "I've only seen a few episodes. He's hot, yeah, but I'm not big on the greasy part, but I guess that's to be expected, considering it's the zombie apocalypse or whatever. And no, you're not grunge." She let her gaze roam over him thoughtfully before reaching over to touch his jaw, rubbing her fingers over his skin. "Scruffy, but not grunge. To be honest, I thought you were way hotter with the sniper rifle than a video game crossbow." Kiley grinned and wondered in a very vague way if she could sneak Chase into the bathroom later for some fun.
She sipped her water again and then arched a brow. "Do you like the grunge thing?"