It's been a long damn time since Daryl's had to deal with alarms. Even back when the world was still alive, the alarms he wandered around weren't exactly sophisticated. Daryl assumes it's him, assumes he let the entire base know he was sneaking around in the snow after dark to get a better idea of the base's defenses, when the entire place explodes with noise.

He says nothing, just crouches down with his arms out and ready to fight. Nothing happens. No one comes. There's a guy standing out in the snow doing God knows what, Daryl doesn't care (he's some kind of 'Exotic', that's all Daryl knows), so the answer is... what?

This is a military base, god dammit. He wishes he had a knife, a gun, anything. His bow seems like too much to hope for when they're clearly being attacked. Daryl seriously doubts these Barrayarans will give a shit whether they're loyal to the cause or not. Daryl wouldn't.

Arms up. Get ready to fight. He'll have to knuckle this one out. He gets near the other guy, the Exotic standing in the snow with him. Safety in numbers, or some shit. "Get ready."