“I got nothing against you,” she snapped defensively. Maybe about the way he approached things, but not him as a person. But if he had made up his mind about her, she definitely wasn’t going to work that hard to change it. What would be the point? Half the people around this place had already decided she was something, what would one more person matter? Boy, she was a fucking pro at putting a person in a bad mood.
This was exactly why she usually kept her relationships to people that could see her viewpoint a little easier. She never had to explain herself as much when she was with them. It was cases like this that she missed Ty just a little more than usual. He might not have shared her personality, but he understood her. It wasn’t worth dwelling on though; if he had wanted to see her he would have shown up with Vienna and Ledger.
“I had to eat a few of those,” Bea commented, doing her best to smooth over the tension because she was starting to feel like shit for being such a bitch earlier. “It tasted like ass. Could’ve been because it was outdated though.” And even with her upbringing, she wasn’t going to turn up food, especially since it had been at a point when food was scarce in their safehouse.
Remorse was starting to seep into her thoughts the more she thought about how she had reacted to his harmless flirting, and it was harmless, she could see that now. It had just set her off, she didn’t even really know why. She’d been in the wrong. “I trust you,” she replied levelly. “And hey, listen, I’m sorry for the fucked up way I came at you earlier,” she apologized, meeting his eyes. Sure, something about the conversation had set her off, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t in the wrong. “I’m sure you’ve heard, but I can be a bitch. Hell, I should probably come with a warning.” Not a joke, but considering how much tension was currently residing in the kitchen she could only hope it would lighten the mood.