It was cold as fuck, but Ty had become accustomed to that in the past couple of months. Being unable to walk right had limited his ability to find decent shelter, and he'd spent a while holed up in a place with no heat at all. He was probably lucky he hadn't ended up with double pneumonia on top of everything else. Once he'd been able to travel, he'd struggled along with a massive camping backpack stuffed with as much as he could carry, and that had included an insulated sleeping bag rolled up and tied to said pack. He was determined he wasn't going to freeze his ass off once he'd finally gotten to shelter.
After a relatively brief yet hot shower during which he'd scrubbed himself to within an inch of his life and buzzing his head and face, since the hair on both had grown longer than he cared for, he was back in the cell where he'd be living. A prison cell. It felt moderately strange, but it made perfect sense to use a place like this as a secure compound. It even had an intranet, which was more than he'd expected. That had helped him connect with Bea and Vienna again and 'meet' a few of the compound's other residents. It was amazing how much better he felt now that he knew for sure Bea was here. He didn't think she would have moved on to somewhere else, but you never knew.
She'd said she was coming up here, and while he waited, Ty fidgeted around arranging his possessions. He was tired as hell, but nervous energy demanded that he do something. He'd just finished spreading his sleeping bag over the bunk when he heard the sound of rapid footsteps and then a knock of sorts, then that voice that was unmistakably Bea's.
"Do you have to be a fuckin' harpy?" Ty asked before he'd turned around, deliberately keeping his back to her as he straightened the top edge of the maroon-colored bag. "I didn't unpack it yet." Then he turned so he could see her, and his expression immediately changed as he saw the bruising and-- was that stitches?-- on her face. He didn't quite know how to react, seeing her for the first time in so long and realizing that she'd been injured. He was torn between an uncomfortable mix of emotions, and he did his best to cover all of it with a neutral expression, but he probably didn't succeed that well.
Moving toward her with a slight limp on the left side-- the ankle he'd broken, of course-- Ty paused when he got about a foot away from her. "What happened?" he wanted to know.