The pursed lips and narrowed eyes at Vienna’s response were almost automatic. “A simple yes or no would have worked,” she said. “Considering you’re about as fucking different as you could have gotten, I thought I’d be smart and not assume anything.” When would she not feel unbalanced about Vienna. She just needed to remind herself that they’d only been around each other for a short while, things could change. They would have to eventually, right?
“Well then bossy me is just going to decide which block to put you in,” Bea deadpanned, surprising herself by not rising to Vienna’s words like she thought she would. “How about we put you with all the teenagers? You don’t mind having your stuff stolen, right?” Maybe she was being a little bit of a pain now, but trying to get things not serious seemed to be the best approach at this point. They’d already yelled and cried at each other, Bea needed to recover emotionally.
“Or there’s B, C or D too.” Vienna could take care of herself, that was evident, so it wasn’t like Bea had a mountain of concern about which cell block Vienna chose.