Evie knows that need. The one that she kept buried deep inside of her, that she refused to ever give into if she could help it. That deep down blood lust, the drive to fight and kill. It scared her. Animal instincts were nothing to scoff at.

So she understood the way Daryl barred his teeth at her, and she held a hand up as a gesture. "I promise you, I will get you out. You can trust me." She looked into the cage, meeting his eyes. "I'm not here to hurt you." He could likely smell she was a vampire, and that alone was working against her.

"I'm going to unlock this cage, but before I do, I want to know, can I trust you?" To not attack.