Weeks later - Mid 2017
The warning...Another bristle and she rolls her own eyes. Who she loves and who she hates is definitely off limits to him too. But she gets it. He's Chaplain. An officer. He's come over to her and she needs to be respectful, even if she doesn't really get his interest or his brand of questioning.
"Some of both...not entirely only either." she doesn't shrink though, doesn't back down from his inquisition. Teagan's expected that something like this would happen and it would happen more than once. Bishop's the type who asks questions. He's sussing her out, trying to figure out why he should trust her. "I can't ease your doubt with words Bishop. That's what the prospecting phase is for...ain't it? Proving myself. Fighting to be part of y'all. I am a fighter. That's what I am. I won't be of much use in a bed or moppin' shit up." She studies his face, studies the way he rolls his eyes at her, dismisses her abilities just like that. Not much she can do but to prove him wrong. Something she's perfectly confident she will do. She knows that out of all the new recruits, the new bodies prospecting that she'll have the toughest job. She's still determined.
"So what is it Darlin? What's got you concernin' yourself on me tryin?"