“At least you never broke ten,” Bea responded, then mentally cringed at the way that had sounded. She didn’t think it would matter to Brandon whether it sounded like she was making light of Elliot’s death though, given the animosity the two of them had held for each other. But still, it was the principal of it. She had just opened her mouth and said the first thing that came to mind, without thinking what it sounded like. “Hell, that’s more than most people know.” She, unlike some people, hadn’t forgotten that he’d been law enforcement. Maybe it was because it was so close to what he did for the compound now. “I learned a little from Ty after we first met. Trained me up so my privileged ass wouldn’t end up zombie bait.” She’d been tough before she met him, but he’d done a lot to make sure she survived.
Bea bit into her lip, an uncharacteristic reaction to a question, but how could she explain to someone the complexity that was she and Vienna? “She’s not laid up in the infirmary right now,” she said instead, not an answer at all, not really. “Still trying to figure out how to look out for her again.” But sometimes (more often than not) she felt like she was failing at that. “She’s not my fucking baby sister in knee-highs and a pleated skirt anymore.” And Vienna would probably have her head for that description, but sometimes that’s how she remembered her. As the little shadow in a school uniform.
“Oh, I didn’t fix that,” Bea corrected. “It’s a very complicated system that only she and I are meant to understand.” Which was counterproductive to the office itself, but maybe one day the guys would wise up and put two and two together. She hoped not though, otherwise she would have to answer for the placement of certain files. “If you need me to pick up some of it too, I can try. Not patrols, but other things.” Though she might have enough on her plate with Evan out of commission for the time being. She couldn’t not offer, it wasn’t in her make up.
She laughed along with him, her shoulders shaking a little. “I’ve always thought vodka had more of a kick,” she commented. “Better keep it away from the patients, though. Who the fuck knows what that’d do mixed with their meds.” Though, of the three serious injuries she could only see Silas really wanting a drink.
“Should grab something for Rae also,” Bea mused out loud, mentally keeping track of all the things she said they could bring back. “She’s been living in that fucking room.” But Brandon had to know that.
It was telling that he’d figured out the patterns of the medical staff, but she kept her opinion to herself. For now. She was actually making an effort to keep from getting under Brandon’s skin. “Guess I shouldn’t fucking complain that they’re doing their jobs,” she commented. “Yeah. Information. Heard a rumor that the Evan and Silas had woken up, wanted to get the word from a source I trusted.” She pushed loose hair behind her ear. “I don’t need to be haunting the infirmary, but it makes me feel better knowing what’s going on in there, you know.”