"Guess not," Ty said when she told him he wouldn't know it was her if she wasn't a harpy. "I'll see what I can dig up for you for next time. Welcome mats were in short supply in the hole I was living in for the past couple months." Bea would never change, but unlike some people, Ty wouldn't want her to. He loved her in all her prickly, feisty, sarcastic and bitchy glory, because he knew there was more underneath. She was probably the best friend he'd ever had, and she could abuse him as much as she liked as long as she was there.
He knew she wouldn't necessarily be keen on answering his question, but he figured she would just because of the circumstances, if nothing else. Knowing Bea, she was torn between wanting to hit him and wanting to hug him-- which was an extremely rare thing but had happened before-- and she probably didn't know herself which would win out. At any rate, he was a stubborn asshole, and he planned on persisting until he got some kind of answer.
"Sounds like it was a real shitty day," Ty said when she described the looting trip gone awry. His tone was dry and his eyebrows lifted slightly, his expression at least hinting at the things he wouldn't say out loud. He knew Bea was competent with firearms because he'd taught her himself, and he'd never insinuate that he didn't think she could handle herself... but at the same time, it drove him a little nuts that she'd take that kind of risk when she didn't know if she was immune. The kind of nuts that made his teeth clench and his jaw tighten, that made his stomach tie in knots. It was what he'd lived with since he'd known Bea, because she was a risk-taker.
Fuck, he wasn't going to cry either, even if the sight of those bruises on her tore him up.
Ty's smile became laconic, and he rolled his eyes at her when she asked if he was going to kiss her injuries better. "Sure," he said, his own voice sarcastic. "Then you'd really think an alien life form took over my body."