"Daryl. Daryl Dixon, Ma'am," he answered for himself before Annie got back to them, shoulders hunching more than a little with a sense of shame he really shouldn't have felt. He was there because he'd been invited in, not because he was causing trouble. But the accusation was one he was familiar with. An easy assumption to make.

Fortunately Annie was there in the next moment, introducing him again and explaining who he was. There was a monumental sense of relief that came with Mags' change in demeanor and the smile she offered. Daryl wiped one hand on his pants to try and clean it before taking it gingerly, giving a single shake before tucking his fingers back into the arm holes of his vest. His voice remained soft and quiet, very subdued as he nodded again, "Nice to meet you, Ma'am. Just getting Annie's help with something. Won't be long."

In case she wanted him out of her house fast. Experience had taught him that was likely.