Daryl's mouth remained half open as his tongue moved around to play with his teeth while she babbled on, sounding more like the tourist she'd accused him of being than he'd ever sounded. He leaned back on his heels, just kind of staring at her until she finished. And even for a couple moments after.

Then he stepped into her personal space, using his height and presence to get her to step back until her own back was against the metro map. One arm came back and he pointed to the light blue line running through the whole thing, "You want the Victoria Line. Highbury & Islington stop. Put you right into the middle of Islington."

Now that he was close enough, though, Daryl leaned his head down and took an obvious sniff of her scent. He wasn't really concerned with how it looked (though it probably looked really, really creepy from any angle), before he once again leaned back on his heels and gave the woman - the vampire - room, "There're two other stops in Islington if you're tryin' ta get somewhere specific. Might be better choices for you. Less time tryin' ta hide from the sun."