Beth winces a little when he drinks the water so quickly, hoping it doesn't make him sick. She's not worried about her water bottle or the water itself, she's just sort of worried about him, because arriving in Darrow is hard enough without being physically ill on top of it. For just a second, she watches him, her brow furrowed as she waits to see if he'll be sick because he's had too much water too quickly, but he seems to recover well enough and when he asks her to repeat herself, she smiles a little and shakes her head.

"Not crazy," she promises and he seems like he's normal enough, so she doesn't take a step back, but she doesn't step any closer either. Just because he doesn't seem like a bad guy doesn't mean he's not and she's long since learned her lesson when it comes to people she doesn't know. Darrow is generally safe, a lot safer than Georgia used to be, but she's still careful and she's got her knife in her bag, but she really doesn't think she'll need it.

"You're in a city called Darrow," she says. "You just sorta... showed up here, right? Poof, outta nowhere? That's how it happens to a lot of us. I was..." She doesn't like this story, she doesn't tell it much, but she forces a smile and continues. "I was just out on a street lookin' for a friend of mine. Then suddenly there was a car comin' right at me and then I was here instead."