Either she didn't catch his sarcasm or doesn't care. It doesn't much matter to Daryl, who doesn't really care either. Figures of authority don't mean much where he's from, especially lately. He folds his arms over is chest, and doesn't incline his head an inch. Telling his version of a joke, he mumbles, "Nah, I'm American."

Who knows if that matters at all in space. Daryl takes a step away, and gestures for her to follow. "C'mon, let's get you home."