It was a little odd, but it didn't make that much of a difference to Lucretia. It was something to do, and she was happy to do it. Well not happy, but still. Even though the island was in fact isolated, and that meant probably safer than other camps, it was still a little off putting, and she didn't know what it was. Maybe it was being surrounded by the ocean and knowing that there were zombies in it. Zombies that could swim. Now that was a terrifying thought. Lucretia didn't dwell on it either, it was just one of those things. Actually she probably would have had that thought not matter what camp she was at. Each one had their weak points.
If he got tired of her company, she was one of those people who could leave without making a big deal of it. She didn't have to question everything. Being alone was one of the few things that Lucretia absolutely understood about people. If she didn't have Bennett, she would have been a loner and not talked to anyone probably. Still, maybe it was easier with two, for a whole host of reasons.
Mostly her attention was on her surroundings, but she'd learned to be able to pay attention and talk at the same time. It was one of those first few things she'd learned as an MI-5 agent, well along with shooting people and generally being awesome. There were some things that you had to communicate and couldn't wait to find a place and stop and have a chat. You had to keep moving. In a lot of ways, her life now wasn't that much more different than it had been before.
"Four years? Wow," she commented. That seemed to be quite a time. She'd been at Grand Central about that long as well, but she didn't have a defined sort of job. Maybe she should have gotten one. It was easy to lose track of time. "Um, I suppose just until the next ship arrives to bring us back. Unless my partner wants to stay for whatever reason." Though she didn't know why he would. But Bennett was Bennett. No small talk was fine, she wasn't the best at it either.