Daryl frowned at the use of his name. He'd been avoiding saying it, or giving an alias so people wouldn't immediately connect him to anything going on. But if this guy knew it and it'd been passed on, it meant he'd been recognized even with the stupid trucker hat dipped low and oversized jacket that hid his vest. Stupid adverts and stupid job giving his face that much exposure.

"Ain't the name I gave your boy," he growled out, not bothering to hide his annoyance. He crossed his arms and started pacing slowly in front of the door. Kept himself to his side of the room while he eyed the man. Eyes moving under his shaggy bangs between the cat and the chicken and M himself.

"How much it been tossed around by him?"