"That so?" It doesn't increase his appetite at all. Not for what's on his plate, the only real instinct he has is to figure out who's in charge and level with them. So far no walkers, and right now he wasn't so sure that was comforting. Maybe he was dead back home, and maybe this was the kind of fucked up shit the living dead subconsciously dreamed about. All Daryl knew was that it wasn't for him, public prostitution, or the over the top display, he knew better than to trust it from face value.

"Seem pretty confident for someone carrying a concealed weapon." Even if his words don't say it his posture does. It lets her know he's ready for a fight, always, and isn't interested in screwing around. Figuratively and literally.