Prospecting
"Appears that way." she quips back. After all, she's headed in the opposite direction, back to the trailer she's been fixing up after she'd decided to stay. She isn't doing too much yet. She's been busy. Mostly she goes there to drink herself to sleep. Lately she's gotten music and for now it's more than she's had in a year or so.
Bishop seemed distant. More so after she was initiated, after she was sponsored and she wasn't sure why that was exactly. Everyone else was a maniac - telling her to do this, getting her to do that. She's exhausted and it's late. If she's going to endure it all again tomorrow she needs some time to recover.
Maybe once upon a time she would have flirted. She wasn't particularly skilled at it but she would have attempted it. Teagan supposed he had a whole harem of bitches waiting for him to get there so they could. That doesn't mean she gets out of the way though. She's just stuck there, looking up at him, thinking of something to say, wondering if she should say anything or nothing. It's awkward. There's no getting around it.