“Damn right,” she muttered, grateful that he hadn’t gone the jackass route and made what she said into a joke. “If you want to avoid it then stay on my good side.” Simple as that. Or not, depending on the person. She just didn’t like taking shit from people and she didn’t like being underestimated. Most of her knew he hadn’t meant to underestimate her, but it was cocky to think that just because she didn’t have a lot of mass to her she couldn’t be dangerous to him.
Bea crossed her arms and huffed a little un-amused sigh at the way he joked about immune systems. “What, you’ve all built up a tolerance because you’re around sick people so much?” she asked. She’d believe the hyper cleanliness before that, actually.
“How thoughtful of you,” she tried very hard to keep the sarcasm out of her tone. He really did seem like a good guy underneath everything else, but she couldn’t change everything about herself. “Doesn’t everyone?” They were spoiled, that much was true. Even if they didn’t have everything when it came to food, they had more variation than the safehouses in the city, and more than anyone would get if they were trying to survive on their own.
Then a thought crossed her mind. “Don’t you run the risk of infecting others by coming back and forth from the infirmary?” It was a stupid thing to ask, she knew that halfway through, but it was out of her mouth now so she had to deal with sounding like an idiot. Didn’t mean she wasn’t scowling just a little, but then, she never looked one hundred percent happy, so it was possible he’d brush off the expression.
Conversations in doorways were turning out to be something she couldn’t master, or she didn’t want to master, or she was just thrown off by the fact that it was Zach the cocky medic. Which only made her scowl more.