So he was reasonable, that was a relief. “That’s what I was thinking.” Bea could live through stony silence and an awkward walk, but that didn’t mean she wanted to. She definitely didn’t want to spend the next fifteen minutes of her life bickering with a medic who she was pretty sure thought he was hot shit at least seventy-five percent of the time.
She didn’t think he was dumb enough to start the whole thing over again either, so she wasn’t really worried that it would go south again. Not that she couldn’t handle it, but it wasn’t like she actually enjoyed getting in arguments with people. It usually just happened.
“My guess is DWI’s,” she muttered under her breath as she retraced her steps back to the cafeteria entrance, a couple containers of food in her hands. She let Zach take most of it, since it was his run, and she was only so generous. She really didn’t want to play audience to any kind of sweet talking, Zach’s or otherwise. Maybe because she was just so bad it herself that it created a lot of envy, she didn’t really think that deeply about it.
She didn’t work very had and creating conversation while they walked either. But she was trying no to give off a vibe, since she knew that was going to go over about as well as anything. It didn’t take a genius to realize that he wasn’t that far away from labeling her an ice bitch.
“I think I’m just going to stop here,” she spoke up as the neared the infirmary entrance. “I haven’t gotten sick yet, and I don’t want to risk it.” She held the containers out to Zach, at least being polite enough not to stack them directly on the one’s he was already carrying. “I’ve got a sister who’d fucking kill me if I got her tiny person sick.”