If there had been more people taking their circumstances seriously Bea believed that what had happened in the lobby wouldn’t have escalated to the degree that it had. It probably would have still happened, because they weren’t living in a safe world anymore, but maybe someone would have noticed the signs before all out chaos had erupted.
She flashed her teeth in what passed for a smile, and raised her eyebrow. There were a few people she’d run into that admitted to the same kind of thoughts she had, but most people were still trying to be decent and act like they wouldn’t do harsh things. They were the ones that Bea wondered about, whether or not they’d make it that much further. Lydia obviously wasn’t one of those people. “They do. No one made them them the fucking boss of things.” There was a little bit of resentment edging her words. “It would have to look like an accident though.” Which made it sound like she was seriously considering it, she wasn’t it was just nice to vent and act like it was a possibility. To get it out of her system at least verbally so she wouldn’t actually do it.
“I don’t envy them, the medics. They’re dealing with a lot more shit than the rest of us.” Was there guilt associated with not being able to save the one that turned? Or guilt that they weren’t doing more for the quarantined, even if there wasn’t much they could do. “Least they only have a couple more days of being in there.” The medics and the victims. Everyone would probably breathe a sigh of relief when it was over. She just hoped they wouldn’t all go back to being ignorantly comfortable in their surroundings.
Her own opinion of security wasn’t high, but knowing Graves pushed it up just a little higher than Lydia’s probably. “Graves,” she answered. “Tall guy, dark hair to here,” she held her hand up in demonstration, “Kinda grouchy, but decent enough.” Bea didn’t know him that well, so she was maybe assuming things, but it was better than thinking he wouldn’t lend a hand.
Kicking her feet out in front of her, to stretch out a little bit, she considered Lydia’s statement. “It’s nice not having to worry about them though,” she replied. “But I get it. It definitely hasn’t been a fucking cakewalk watching my own back.” Maybe if she had been more optimistic she would have more easily handed over her safety to someone else.
That was about the reaction Bea had been expecting, so she just smirked a little. “Neither. I’m a makeup artist,” she answered. “Not that you’d fucking guess it.” She waved a hand over her face. Lately she hadn’t put in more effort than swiping some mascara on, because what was the point? Impressing people with her face didn’t really seem like a priority. “I have no fucking clue if the models made it, but the photographer and one of his assistants are still around here.” Although maybe not the latter, she’d only seen Ryder in recent weeks.
“Next time try Disney World.” A bad joke, but she was at a loss of what else to say because she couldn’t wrap her head around the idea of having that many other people to watch out for.
“Your brother made it sound like he thinks he’s fully responsible to protect all of you.” She was a little curious about what Lydia’s take was on that, since she seemed just as capable of protecting herself.