She can't help it, her smile turns a lot more genuine and gets a little bit brighter when he puffs out his chest and lifts his chin and a little laugh escapes her. The people here are good, she knows that much already. Sometimes she can't help but feel a little smug about it, like it proves her right to Daryl, like it means he'll eventually have to come around to her way of thinking. There are far more good people in the world than there are bad and Beth knows he finds her optimism annoying and probably childish and naive, but she doesn't care. There's proof that she's right all over the place.

And she appreciates that he doesn't ask about the fading smile, if he's noticed at all. It's not such a big deal, nothing even ended up happening, but sometimes she can't help but think about what might have happened. If she hadn't come to Darrow. Those men weren't grabbing her because they wanted to be friends.

"Friends in high places, huh?" she asks, then offers her hand. "I'm Beth. Probably easier to call me that than 'Fellow Gibson Lover' all the time, right?"