He had a comeback for everything, and Bea wasn’t sure if she appreciated that or not. Quick-witted usually meant smart, but it also meant the possibility of just being a pain in her ass. Then he had to open his mouth again and make a crack about petite women and not being able to be hurt by them. Or maybe that hadn’t exactly been how he had meant it, but that was how she’d taken it. Zach could probably use to take some of Noah’s opinion of what she was capable of. “Watch it, I’ve got a switchblade in my boot,” she warned him, “pretty damn sure that would hurt a hell of a lot.” An almost completely empty threat, but he didn’t know her well enough to know that; she was a lot smarter than that, and not nearly volatile enough.
“Oh good,” she responded wryly. At least he’d settled into something a little less ‘I’m trying to be charming and funny and cute, because it totally works for me’. And she should probably be nicer about him in her head. From everything she’d heard, he wasn’t a bad guy. But it was so damn hard not to roll her eyes and write him off as another good-looking guy that knew damn well he was good-looking and thought that made him God’s fucking gift. Really though, aside from being smarmy (or charming, as he’d called it), he hadn’t actually been a dick. Petite comment notwithstanding. He still lost points for that.
Not on death watch. She hated that phrase, and wondered how he could say it so flippantly, like it was something they had been doing but now suddenly they didn’t have to. It was a good thing she wasn’t a medic, her pessimism would probably make everyone suffer. “How the hell aren’t you guys dropping like flies?” she asked, because it had honestly been nagging at her that the medics didn’t seem to be catching whatever it was that had spread. Were the just that into sterilizing shit and anti-bacterial soap?
“Did you draw straws for that job?” Hauling food back to a full infirmary seemed like a pain. Made Bea glad that things like that weren’t part of security office things; the security staff usually got their own food. “Would have thought all you medic people would just keep snacks in one of those cupboards. Like granola bars or something,” she continued. “And if you don’t, well, it’s a thought. Would probably save you trips down here.”