In spite of her mood, Lydia could feel a smile trying to tug at the corner of her mouth. “For having a sense of humor? Probably.” She knew more or less what Bea meant, but airport security - hell, anyone who worked at an airport - wasn’t known for having a sense of humor. And who could blame them, considering some of the assholes they had to put up with. “They couldn’t pay me enough to work in a fucking airport.”
“My vote goes on the side of too comfortable. Everyone thinking they’re safe in this giant fortress.” Resentment oozed from every word. No amount of social interaction or supposed “safety” was worth her baby sister being locked up in quarantine. “Now we’re all paying the price.”
Lydia had been trying her best to not think about what was happening in the pool house. One guy had already gone zombie in there, and, from what she’d heard, someone else was showing the signs. Hadley was in the midst of that. Bea’s comments were a stinging reminder.
Arms folded, she bunched her shoulders in imitation of shrugging. “Not a topic I wanna think about for too long, but you’re right. They’ve essentially locked all those people up in one room and plan to wait and see what fucking happens.” A new round of irritation bubbled up. She pointed in the direction of the pool house. “Those people in there are sitting ducks. I doubt half of them even know how to defend themselves. It amazes me they all survived being trapped with one person who turned.”
Lydia forced out a breath and bounced on her heels. Idleness was torture to her mind right now. She was almost tempted to go seek out hotel security and have another row.
“Do you have family around here?” Maybe a slight change in subject would calm her down.