After tossing the target for him with a slight back-spin so it wouldn't just go wildly somewhere with the wind, Gretel paid close attention to Daryl's posture and form. Straight shoulders, a steady stance against the recoil of the weapon- though given the size and make of it, she guessed the recoil was practically nil anyway. Not like her's, which had a kick simply because of it's weight. His grip was rock solid, and he trailed the piece of board with the point before shooting.
Following the bolt with her eyes, when it hit home, she nodded. Genuinely impressed.
The fact that they fell into the game without needing to bounce instructions or expectations from one another also put the rough-looking archer in higher esteem. As he readied his bow for another shot, she slung her's from her shoulder and nestled it low on her shoulder.
Her answer to him was a ready smile and subtle wink. When he released the target spinning in the air, she took the more assertive approach and shot it out of the sky before it reached it's arc height. The polished steel and iron arrow had enough weight and velocity behind it to split the wood in three, unequal parts.