Being a city girl born and raised it took Bea a minute to respond; her brain was trying to recall whether she'd heard anything about Iowa and cows. "I think so," She replied finally. "I was never out of the city much growing up, aside from my mother's beloved European vacations." which Bea had almost exclusively spent with Vienna and their nannies. She didn't even honestly know how the middle of the country had fared, it had never been a priority to find out.
Well, he was the first person she'd talk to that had gone there at the mention of shower rules. It took her off guard, but not in a bad way. "No, but I wouldn't disregard that entirely either. You never know who you might be sharing the shower room with," Bea shot back with a smirk.She'd never run into any problems, but she usually tried to go at the least populated times. "It's just common sense shit, really. Don't take a hot shower daily, keep your showers under ten minutes, and don't be a dick to anyone else who might be using the showers too." Least that's what she could remember of what had been verbally passed on to her when she'd shown up.
Her attention was momentarily pulled away when Ada bounded off a few feet to her left. A leash would probably be something she'd need to invest in, but so far the puppy had been good about staying where Bea could see her; she didn't like the thought of taking away Ada's freedom like that. It probably made her a bad dog owner.
"I don't think anyone would throw a fit if you did," she replied, coming back to the conversation, satisfied that Ada wasn't getting herself into trouble. "Well, they might. But it's not like it wouldn't be deserved." She wasn't surprised to hear that he was a tattoo artist; he looked like the type. At least to Bea. "If they take any of my things I'm going to lock them in an empty cell for awhile."