She meant to answer, tried a couple of times in fact, but between loading Medbay supplies and evacuating pods and tending to the injured and cracking her head on a lurching table it somehow never quite materialized. And she's as sorry as she can be about it while trying to get to the beeping dot she saw on the radar screen and making every effort not to stumble as she makes her slow, painful, paranoid way.

Daryl's quiet when he means to be, so it's entirely possible she won't have time to heft her knife and look moderately ready for anything, considering the circumstance, which would be her preference if she hears someone approaching. Whether she has a chance to look dangerous or not, when she sees who's there she'll relax instantly and hope her head isn't bleeding bad enough to be worrisome.