The eyebrows climb higher. Well, okay, talk about determination. Has he just been pushing himself nonstop, only pausing when it's to get a ride from whoever might be intrigued or worried or sympathetic enough to pull over?

It sounds like it.

"Why? What's in New York?" he can't help but ask, curiosity sharpening the edge to the question. Something important enough to risk tapping himself out physically and mentally and in all ways one can become tapped out is the idea Daniel's getting. He can't even begin to guess at specifics. It strikes him too late that this might be a bit of a personal matter and hence not really some random stranger's business, but Daniel tends to fling himself at neon Do Not Touch signs like that.