The way she brightens in response to that doesn't go unnoticed, it makes Wash brighten a little more in turn. For as miserable as her world seemed to be, it really is good to know that she had others there to survive with. And here, well, from how he's seen her around camp, how determined she seems to do her part where she can, she seems to have found people here, too.

Wash does notice, unfortunately. And inwardly, he picks at it, what is there to use about knowing they're from a world where the dead don't quite die? With the Barrayarans there isn't much risk, but with the Cetagandans, Wash finds the most likely theory. the thought of someone figuring out how that might work. Making use of it, somehow. Daryl had hated the Cetagandans, seemed even more paranoid than Wash himself was about them, and he wouldn't put it past him to assume that might happen. He doesn't think he's got the whole story here, but. It's enough for her to share this much. He nods.

"Not paranoia if they're really out to get you, so they say." A shrug, another smile, another idle spin of the knife in his hand. His voice softens a little. "Thanks for telling me that, Beth."

It's genuine. Daryl won't hear about this, not from him, and while it sounds like this is more of his secret than something Beth wants to hold back, he still appreciates her trusting him with it.