“Intuition is as good as anything these days,” Bea reasoned with a shrug, letting it drop for the most part. She couldn’t disagree that whatever he felt wasn’t true. Even if know one knew for sure until they were put in that situation, some people probably had a sixth sense about shit like that; not that she believed in anything magical, mystical or whatever. Better than people thinking they’re invincible, at least. She knew she gave that impression, but that was just because she refused to let a little thing like the unknown keep her inactive and afraid. Those two things got other people killed.
“Nebraska, right?” she took a shot in the dark regarding where Noah had grown up. Nebraska had always sounded like the middle of nowhere to her; but she’d never ventured away from the east coast either. “Or one of the other flyover states?” Noah never struck her as country, but she had to attribute that to the fact that he’d gotten himself out of there. “Before I met you I always figured country boys were so fucking sweet and innocent. Not like city boys.” A joke, but it felt good to not have to be completely serious.