Hey, it worked. Daryl didn't catch the shithead, but that's not really important-- if this lady is who he's starting to suspect she is, they'd probably string the poor kid up by his fingernails or some shit. Better he gets away with it.

Daryl turns to the maybe-princess, expression blank. He's not gonna answer a question that's so obviously set up to make fun of him. Instead, he opts to glare at her and mutter, "You're welcome."