Prospecting
The day at been a long one spent near his still and generally on his own, Bishop cherished the days like that because they were few and far between. The quiet gave him a chance to think, a chance to focus on things that weren’t about the shit going on outside their walls. He had heard about the things the prospects had been asked to do of late, but had yet to do much demanding of them himself -- it wasn’t that he didn’t want to. The Chaplain just didn’t have cause to seek out the ‘help’ of any of the prospects yet, so he chose to leave that phase of things up to mean that enjoyed putting them through their paces a little more than he did.
With nothing left to do today, Bishop was on his way to the fire when he ran into the only prospect he gave a damn about. There was just something about Teagan, something he tried not to look to closely at because he couldn’t act on it. If she was going to survive in this group, she needed to earn that patch without the rumor mill stirring things up like the possibility she got it because she slept her way into earning it.
“Considering the fire is the only thing between here and there, yeah,” Bishop replied with a quirk of his mouth. “You leaving the party early?”