"Huh," Bea mumbled. She wasn't sure whether to trust his statement or take it as something a guy who was trying to make himself look better would say. Obviously Zach cared about people; most of the medical staff had that one trait in common. But that didn't make someone thoughtful. Bea cared about people, but she never considered herself a naturally thoughtful person. Not in the sense that she was constantly looking out for other's needs, at least. "Doesn't it destroy the Casanova persona if you admit to that?" She'd seen enough women trail after Zachary Johnson to think that the comparison fit.
Bea raised a brow and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. The joke had been funny, but she was hesitant to actually laugh; wouldn't want to think she was encouraging him. "I don't dream about you," she said instead, keeping her tone as dry as possible. "And I don't dream of imprisoning people either." She let a smirk slide into place, because it wasn't actually a smile and didn't think it would give the wrong impression.
She wished that she had remembered to grab a coffee before leaving the cafeteria, because out in the hall the cold was starting to settle back in again. She knew the security office wasn't going to be worlds better, even considering the space heater, and it would have been nice to have something to wrap her fingers around.
"How many people do you need to grab food for?" Why was she still talking? She could have just said goodbye and left him to his food run. "I'm headed in that direction, if you need the help." What the hell? She hadn't meant to say that. But now she couldn't take it back. This is what happened when she listened to the little voice that told her to be nice, she volunteered for things she didn't mean to. "Unless you want to try balancing all that shit all by yourself."