[ She introduces herself so bluntly and simply, as though everything is totally normal, that even that confuses Daryl. He falters, letting the nose of the crossbow dip towards the ground, but he doesn't drop it completely. ]

Daryl. [ Last names have seemed pointless to him for a while now, so he doesn't offer anything more, still not sure where he is. ]

I don't... I don't know why she'd be here. I don't even know why I'm here! [ The stress of it all is still in his voice, the confusion from being in one dangerous place, a place that at least he knew and understood, and then suddenly in another, stranger, impossibly odd place. He feels like he's been cosmically fucked with. ] What the hell is this place? Where'd you come from?