Bea laughed under her breath at Noah’s observation. “Who’d have thought a couple of NYC rich girls would live through the fucking end of the world,” she muttered, “and be so fucking badass in the process.” She liked feminine things, but she’d never been considered soft, even before the outbreak, so it wasn’t really a surprise that she’d made it this long. “V’s a sneaky little bitch, she’d probably do something worse than kick your ass,” she tacked on, concealing a smirk. So she didn’t want the details, didn’t mean she couldn’t throw a couple barbs at him.
“I’d have fucked someone up if they sprayed with me air freshener,” Bea stated in all seriousness. She wouldn’t have put it past their housekeeper or Vienna’s nanny to try it, but thankfully after the scare tactics didn’t work they’d come to understanding about her smoking on the balcony. It fucking sucked in the middle of winter, but teenage rebellion was teenage rebellion. “I was always relieved Vienna never picked up the habit.” Call it sisterly concern, but she’d never liked the idea of her sister picking up her bad habits. And yes, Bea knew it was bad habit, but it wasn’t one she wanted to break just yet.
That was right, Noah knew that despite whatever she was doing to her lungs, she wasn’t a slouch. “Something’s gotta keep me from being fucking zombie food,” she replied. “Not willing to test whether or not I won the genetic lottery.” Probably not, given her luck with things. She hoped she never found out. “I guess I could just stay in the compound, but what fun is there in that?”