"It's a crossbow," Daryl stated. "And I will keep it pointed at you till I decide if I'm gonna shoot you or not." She was living, breathing, and alive, so he probably wouldn't shoot her, but there were times when the living were more of a threat than the dead, and Daryl hadn't entirely decided about her yet.
"I'm Daryl," he added. "And I don't care where you're from. What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone accusatory. He had no idea how he'd gotten here, int he middle of some broken down circus. It didn't make sense, and he didn't trust this girl who just happened to be here too.