“Oh my god, don’t you ever turn off the fucking smarmy attitude?” Bea let tumble out of her mouth before she realized she’d said it. Though, the words didn’t carry her usual level of irritation. Most of the intranet conversations she’d had with Zach were tolerable at least, and the one strange, silent run-in in the infirmary hadn’t left her feeling like she needed to shower to feel clean again. So, points for him. “Glad you’re okay,” she added as an afterthought, managing an expression that didn’t quite pass as a smile, but landed firmly in pleasant.
Better not to piss off one of the people responsible for the physical well-being of the compound, especially if god fucking forbid she ended up needing their care. She tried her best to stay out of there if at all possible, but she couldn’t ever say she wouldn’t need medical attention. At least she hadn’t gotten the flu, or whatever it was making the rounds. Small favors.
“Thought you’d be in the infirmary watching over the sick.” He acted like he ran the place, so Bea had gotten kind of used to the assumption that he never left it. Probably wrong thinking on her part. He had family members around this place too. They probably liked seeing his face once in awhile, maybe? She and Vienna definitely spent time together, but they also spent enough time a part too.
Vienna had her thing with Noah, and the photography shit and Ledger, and Bea had leadership and security stuff, and she still looted when she was feeling cabin-fever-y. So maybe he didn’t see his family that much. She wasn't sure why she was even thinking about that. God, her head was such a fucking scramble. “Did you decide no one was going to die while you made the trip down here?” What she needed to do was shut up before she really put her foot in her mouth. Small talk just wasn’t her strong suit, but she felt compelled to be civil at least.