If Daryl had been hostile a moment before, he was down right weirded out now.

"No," he answered, brows scrunching in both confusion and offense. Like he couldn't handle his own shit. He could handle it just fine. Didn't need a stranger to try and 'rescue' him from a bunch of college kids with too much time on their hands. It wasn't like any of them could leave anyway, so what would be the point. They'd just whisper among themselves more and probably try to take the pictures more discreetly. At best.

Talking to Peter here seemed more and more like a bad decision. Even if the guy was alright enough, he was nosy.

"Just shut the hell up about it."