Maybe he didn't hear her. Or maybe he didn't want to, because even as she leaned over him to inspect him (and without making a move to touch him), he still growled at her like a feral dog and cleaved her with his eyes.
"I told you to stay back!"
But even his retort was not met without consequence, as he was still overwhelmed not only by the stench of the place, but the pain that wracked him. Perhaps the heavy armor saved him, or perhaps it made it all the worse. It was hard to say, but others might not have survived such a fall, and though he moved to sit up right, it was hard for even a man like Zannrick to hide any winces fromt he pain that radiated, not only from his twisted leg, but his right arm as well, which was his sword arm, his dominant hand, and was making things hard for him to balance himself as he managed to catch himself just against the wall of the slimy bricks in the sewer.
Shit.