Although he is glad the sound is a person's voice and not a walker's moans, Daryl isn't prepared to let his guard down. Craning his neck, he looks up in the direction of a balcony. Guy doesn't look as worse for wear as Daryl and he's carrying a book, not a weapon.

"You could say that," Daryl replies, eyes flickering to the fireplace. To the immediate left of it is a fire poker; that would work in a pinch if any geeks show up. "Wasn't in any place this Trumped up just a minute ago."