Doesn't care is right no the nose. Olivia arches a brow at him, the ghost of a smile flitting over her face. "I see. They always did like passing on their egalitarian values, until the point someone decided to create a giant radioactive crater in the middle of it." The casualness with which he says let's get you home chases the amusement from her face, eyes narrowing.

"If I needed a chaperone I would have taken one of my Armsmen," Olivia points out, tone cool. She isn't a child -- it isn't Daryl's fault that the words he picked struck a nerve, however, and she waves him on with a hand.