It took a second for the face to register, Bea had been so concentrated on getting a grip on Ada, who now that she’d had her burst of energy seemed more than content to sit on her haunches and wag her tail at the man. Her dog was so unpredictable; maybe that would change once she got out of her puppy stage. Bea hoped it would at least.
Tilting her head momentarily at his statement, she took in both the smirk and the raised brows. There was a tickling in the back of her brain that made her think she should know his face; she would be embarrassed if she ever had to admit how long it actually took her brain to put two and two together.
“Fuck,” she breathed once she connected the dots. She’d been at the Garden a lot longer than the rest of the government safehouses, so she’d met more survivors there than anywhere else. She hadn’t run into any of them since though. Noah was the first. Kind of a surprise actually, considering.
“Noah, hey.” She flashed a smile. “How long have you been around this place?” And how was it that she hadn’t run into him yet? There were a lot of people at Sing Sing, but not so many as some places.
“And what the fuck made you abandon the city?” Inappropriate question or not, she was always curious to know what spurred people to leave New York for other places. Most of the time she had to figure it was government, but sometimes it was something else.