How difficult was it to get one simple question answered? Apparently more difficult than Bea would have thought. She had already covered half of the space and hadn't seen a single medic that could give her the answer -okay, maybe one of them could have, but she didn't trust them-, and there was no way she was poking her head into random rooms to see if she found any of the people injured in the raid. That would just be awkward as hell. Or maybe not awkward, but not something she wanted to do.
She was actually getting a little frustrated with the state of the staffing, and the lack of familiar faces. Maybe it wasn't worth finding out. Leah or Rae would tell her, if they thought of it. Or Ty, the next time she saw him. Or she could just text; go and actually accomplish something, rather than wander the medical ward like an idiot.
It wasn't often that she got caught up in her own head, but it happened once in a while, and she was so concentrated on her own frustration that she didn't realize where she was walking until she ran into something solid that most definitely was not a wall. Cursing under her breath, she looked up only to realize that she'd collided with Brandon Stone. Not the worst person she could've run headlong into, but still embarrassing.
"Don't worry about it," Bea responded. "I should have been watching where my fucking feet were going to." And not obsessing over the lack of staffing in the infirmary. If she thought about it, she should probably be relieved that they weren't wandering around doing nothing. Not with three people seriously injured, and the every day stuff that went on. "You look like hell." Which probably wasn't news to him, and probably not something he wanted to hear, and god, she didn't even know why mattered. It hadn't been an insult, just a statement. She didn't need to be second guessing it.
"You haven't been in here since Wednesday, have you?"