Ty had to laugh at that one. "What, do I look like a screamer to you?" She knew him well, at least; it was next to impossible for him to not comment on anything and everything. He could keep his mouth shut when it was prudent, but it took effort. And there wasn't any clearly defined reason why it made him twitchy for anyone to mention his appearance. Really, there weren't many people he'd ever let close enough that they might do that, anyway. Maybe it was just that he thought there was so much more to people than how they looked on the outside. Bea herself was damned gorgeous, but he'd never said that to her. She probably wouldn't take it well, either.
He got more comfortable, crossing his ankles in his stretched-out position and resting his free hand in front of him on the surface of the sleeping bag he'd put on his bed. "Unless you got a blow up doll, I guess I can't," Ty said. He was joking, of course, not that he cared if the mention of extreme sex toys would perturb Bea. He was thinking not, given their usual interactions. "Might have to find a hook up one of these days. Surely there's a few people here who aren't looking for anything serious." Hell, once he settled in, he might ask Bea to recommend someone who might have a mindset like that. It was worth some thought.
The protocol for this reunion seemed to be what it usually was for them: anything goes. Ty had never had a friend before with whom he'd felt comfortable talking about literally anything, so Bea had been a first for him. "Yeah, I could see that," he replied when she said guys were intimidated by her. That was completely unsurprising to him. First, she had a tongue that a razor might be envious of sometimes. Second, she was very intelligent and not prone to keep her opinions to herself. Third? Well, she was great to look at, whether she'd admit that even to herself or not. "People just can't handle the awesomeness that is you, Albrecht."
Ty grinned at her when she said he could watch her back or whatever he'd done. "Hey, anyone messes with you, I'll put a shank in 'em. We're in a prison, right?" He poked her with one socked foot.