Gretel outwardly chuckled at his surly-slash-playful nonchalance, instantly comfortable with it- probably because it reminded her so much of her other half. She kept an eye on him as he sized up their next 'challenge', all while knocking another bolt in the top arm of her beloved Beast. He aimed, fired, and hit the bullseye as intended- at least, as much as that scruffy smirk said. She returned it with a degree of esteemed warmth, minus the facial hair.
"I'm going to have to keep my eye on you," she said with a small laugh, hoisting her weapon back up to her shoulder. Now- how to top the distance shot. She glanced around, then back to their pile of 'target' debris. Keeping the bow against her shoulder with one hand, she reached down and picked up two fist-sized hunks of broken concrete. She swaggered his way, setting them in Daryl's hand- purposely catching his eyes.
"On my mark, throw those in opposite directions, as hard as you can."
Gretel turned, jogging a good twenty yards before turning around, bow up and readied with two fingers on two different triggers. She breathed out, centering, then shot him a short, shrill whistle. The rocks took off, and her movements were just as quick. A bolt shot to the right first, then half a second later, the left. They hit home one right after the other, bursting the targets into clouds of small, dusty debris. At least three feet off the ground before they landed.