The woman seemed to be in good will. That was enough for North. Releasing her hold on the Makarov, she dropped her arm to the side, a sign of good will on her own part. She’d noticed that her name had warranted a subtle, yet clearly positive reaction from her. Then, at the mention of JP, everything fell into place.
She was a civilian from UMCB. Must be new. Sweet. “JP is right,” she said in agreement, “If you want to find something, you come to me and I’ll get it for you in record time.” Shifting the strap of the bag on her shoulder, North walked over to her, stopping a few short feet away from her. Space was important.
“So, I take it you’re a new arrival at the hospital, Bunny?” She asked, tucking a hand into the pocket of her jacket, “How are you liking our humble, little shelter?” But, now that she was thinking about it, new meant she most likely hadn’t heard about the serial killer yet. Why else would she choose UMCB? LBJ would be the far safer choice at this point. She didn’t think it would be too good of an idea to freak her out though, so she brushed the thought away. No problemo.
North was pretty certain Bunny didn’t fit the guy’s type. He was the infamous Supply Scout Killer, so, as long as she wasn’t a scout, it should be cool, right? “If you don’t mind me asking,” she remarked, pointing generally at the store, “What brought you all the way out here? It’s not very safe to be walking the streets alone.”