"Fine." It's probably not fair, answering with the verbal equivalent of an eyeroll, but neither is anything else that happened today. She was almost home--she'd had one more thing to do (murder Dawn sounds horrible to think, even if she knew it needed to be done), and she was going to see her people again--and now she's probably lightyears away from everyone who matters to her. And it's cold, and she still doesn't trust him. Beth glances his way again. "You know about the walkers, right?"

Everyone knows about the walkers, even if they call them something else. If he doesn't, this conversation's going to get really, really basic.