There was a feeling in her spine that relaxed at the sound of Ty’s voice. Like hearing him speak wiped away any question that he wasn’t real, wasn’t a sign of Bea losing her mind. She knew she wasn’t, but she’d wished so often that she could see him again, it was strange to have that wish come true. She wasn’t used to the universe doing good for her, and here it was within a span of half a year two of the people she cared about the most had shown up at Sing Sing. “If I wasn’t you wouldn’t know it was me, jackass,” she replied. “I was promised a welcome mat, I expected to see it.” Even though she had forgotten, it was written all over his expression, though he tried to hide it, when he turned around that he’d zeroed in on her injured face. That he was concerned. At least it looked to be concern from where she was standing.
With most everyone else, save for maybe Vienna and a handful of others, she would’ve had her hackles up and her defenses ready for when the questions came. The typical Bea scowl that said ‘don’t ask’, that worked so well for her. Even the security guys had kept their mouths firmly shut on the matter, though she’d been smart enough to figure out that they’d wanted to ask. Usually she liked not answering questions about her injuries, but it was different with Ty. The dynamic was different. He’d spent longer than anyone else she knew watching her back and making sure she made it to the next day. Him asking didn’t bother her.
She caught the limp as he moved. Confirmation that he hadn’t been blowing smoke about the broken ankle, though she hadn’t ever really thought he was. She didn’t like people in her space either, not unless she okayed it first, but again, it was different with Ty. God, she hadn’t realized just how much she’d missed him.
But she wasn’t going to cry.
“Looting trip gone really fucking wrong,” she answered. “We’ve got a group of squatters in the city that are causing us hell. Rae and I got into it with them.” She hoped that not so much time had passed that Ty would assume she’d been stupid or something. “Then the infected decided to show up for the party. It was a real fucking blast. But I’ll live, it’s mostly superficial.” She wasn't brushing off the severity, but it didn't do any good to make a big deal out of it.
"Why, are you going to make up for your absence by kissing all my injuries better?" She was smiling despite the note of sarcasm in her tone.