It's not an encouraging response - it is Daryl, he's responded, but there's no recognition there. His brow furrows a bit deeper, he frowns lightly, and speaks softly, somewhat distant.

"You don't know me..."

He speaks it in a hollow, quiet tone, mostly to himself rather than questioning. There's a hint of confusion, almost a subtle incredulity, to his tone - and then, he lowers his gaze for a moment, shaking his head lightly, taking a deep breath as he works internally steadying himself. He looks up and speaks again, softly but with a measured steadiness. "I know you."

But that clearly isn't reciprocated, and he doesn't understand, doesn't know how this place can work, why Daryl wouldn't know him. He hangs on, grasping for another connection. "I know Rick."