She's watching the knife in his hands more intently than the wings tucked against his back. There's tangible relief in her expression when he stabs it into the ground as a gesture of good will, she hopes. A more cynical person might assume the possibility that he could have multiple weapons, or hidden ones, but Beth hopes that she can take the gesture at face value.

Besides, all she has to her name are the clothes on her back, one knife, and a bit of snake jerky. It doesn't exactly make her a promising target.

"Bass? Well, it's not like I have any instruments out here or anythin',"

Beth puts her own knife away, and she looks a little more closely at him. But it's dark, and she can only see him by the barest flicker of a fire intentionally kept low so it wouldn't be spotted from far away. From this distance, the orange could be a backpack or something.

"...Did you come here just to tell me about that?"