Zarya. Okay. Daryl makes note of that, some lady with pink hair. The afterthought with which Beth says it make Daryl suspect it was something muttered quickly, without much emphasis; it's not something to fret over. Not much, anyway.

But fair's fair, and she offered up her best truth for him. He ought to do the same.

He stops pacing, and leans back against a tree with a nearly equal amount of sullenness. "Yeah," he mutters. "First day. Some kid said he hadn't been to Earth in a while. Said he wasn't missing nothing."