None of this feels right at all to her either, but then it shouldn't. Right? Being ripped from the place you've come to think of as home and having the person you're closest to suddenly be a lot less close, and not to mention suddenly being on a spaceship with no idea of the threats and only a few simple things to defend herself... that's not supposed to be comfortable. And so whatever doubt she might have about Daryl's recent experiences is dismissed as hopeful naivete. Whatever (probably slight) chance there might be that he'd not think she was off her rocker if she brought up Teleios isn't much in the face of what he'd think about the much larger chance that she'd have to tell him about things they just didn't discuss and that he had no say in. She's telling herself it's all about sparing him from feeling weird, but really it's another way of protecting herself. Selfish, just like old times. Maybe she hasn't changed so much, after all.

To Daryl's mercifully brief explanation, she nods, unsurprised (grateful?) that he doesn't delve into specifics. It can't be good news, because it never is.

"Food any good?" she asks in a pinched voice, half-grinning, he'll probably recognize that she's trying hard not to get emotional. Later on, she'll find a dark corner and get it out however seems quickest, for now it's trying her best to be casual and trusting him to follow along. That's what they do, and at least that hasn't changed. She hopes.