She hit the ground hard, but didn't pay it much mind since she was hyper aware of that knife and the fact she didn't have one of her own. She reached up to wipe the blood off her chin from hitting it previously, and turned her wide eyes up toward him. What she saw took her breath away with the surprise of it.

"Daryl?"

No, not Daryl. The voice didn't match and the face was too young. Whoever this was could've been his younger brother, or passed as a twin once upon a time. As it was, it was shocking enough to make her eyes widen even more, and she was grateful it likely looked like she was afraid of that knife of his. She nodded soon enough in response to his question, and moved to pick herself up to stand once again. She was soaked through and now muddy, and she really didn't want to meet a young, Irish Daryl lookalike looking like a drowned rat.

"I'll be real good once you put that knife away. I'm not gonna hurt you."