Daryl swears, maybe more loudly than he means. Maybe she's teasing. Maybe she's not. Maybe she didn't see them-- it's all too much to hope for. No, she's probably mocking him. They both know why he's scurrying off to leave so quickly.

He dunks his head in the water, and scratches at his scalp like a mad dog. With more heat than he intends, Daryl snaps-- "Y'happy now?"