Bea laughed. “Damn straight,” she agreed. “That space and those covers are fucking mine!” She shifted so she was leaning on the edge of the couch rather than leaning against it with her legs curled underneath her. It wouldn’t be comfortable for long, but she’d shift when she needed to. “Ledger’s three. I don’t think he realizes there’s reasons to sleep uneasy.” And she was sure Vienna wanted it that way. No reason for the poor kid to be afraid all the time.
She almost breathed a sigh of relief at the lack of comment about Stone. At least someone knew to keep their mouths shut about it. Maybe Ty needed to rub off on Rae and Vienna, who seemed to be the compounds nosiest residents, at least when it came to Bea. Or maybe she was just hyper aware of the questions.
“Futon?” she supplied, phrasing it as a question because even she wasn’t really sure. “Those things were always damn uncomfortable though, so you’d probably be better off the couch anyways.” It wasn’t that she didn’t care what he did, but they were his decisions to make in the end, she wasn’t going to press him either way. “Hell, it’s probably more comfortable than the cellblock cot, right?” She’d never been a fan of her own cell, but it had served it’s purpose when she needed it, even if she had jumped at the chance of moving into one of the buildings. That was equally because of her neighbors at the time, not just the uncomfortable surroundings of the cell block.
“Always felt like my back was gonna crack in fucking half because of the damn thing. But hell, I probably shouldn’t complain, it was a step up from the mattress on pallets.” Which had been her set up in NYC before their safehouse had been overrun.