[b]Farren – MEC – Buck/John/ Robert/Victoria[/b]

Farren nodded as Mr. Oswald explained his time since the world had gone to hell. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered when Robert said his wife was departed. Farren hesitated to answer his questions about her and her son though, seeing as how it might be easier to wait until they were all gathered. She was sure the security guard from last night had that among the questions he was interested in asking. 

And as if on cue, up walked the red headed teen and John, hugging the elderly man. Farren glanced to Buck as he only spoke of the time since he’d known Farren. And after his cry of ‘No, you won’t take them too,’ she could only imagine the last thing he wanted to talk about was what he’d been through. It was a hard question for most. “We’re a lot nicer than a shed though right?” she smirked, teasing Buck and bumping him slightly with her hip. She caught Buck’s wink when he addressed Victoria and smiled, glad he was trying to apologize a bit. 

Although discreet, Farren picked up on John’s smile to her son. She turned to Dean and smirked at him. He was busy looking between each person. Bucks outrageous beard. Mr. Oswald’s friendly smile. Tori’s bright hair. John’s warmth. Dean was a bit overwhelmed at seeing all the people though and so he just stared, little lips parted into a small ‘o’ shape and eyes bright. Farren looked back to John and smiled back and him as he smiled at her, nodding a greeting. She was glad things were already seeming more smooth than they had the night before. 

Farren was surprised when John instructed that Buck was to take Victoria on a supply run. Apparently, he trusted Buck more than Farren had estimated. Probably more than Buck had estimated as well. “You’ll count yourself lucky to have him if things go south,” she smiled reassuringly to Victoria, remembering the night before. She owed her life to him as much as he did to her.

“Little guy here ate most of the yogurt,” Farren admitted, looking a little embarrassed to have let him scarf down two things of yogurt. But with it laying right there she’d hardly been able to deny him. “But I ate. Buck didn’t,” she added, wanting to make sure Buck got something to eat before this supply run he was supposed to take. Being a mother to one made her want to mother others even when they didn’t need it sometimes.  “Dean and I are fine though,” she reassured John with a nod. 

Farren followed down towards the lunchroom, bobbing her son on her hip a little when John spoke about the toy room, making Dean smirk and look between the two of them. She sat down with him at the table when John motioned for everyone to, son still attached to her hip. She took in everything John was asking her to explain, and looked downward. She looked back up and decided to just be as frank as possible. “Prior to the outbreak I was a conservationist at a National Forest area.  I have a Bachelor’s in biology. I grew up just a few hours away from here I think. It takes so much longer by foot,” she said, a weary smile from memories of constantly being on the move flashing through her deep blue eyes. “Dean is allergic to bananas and penicillin. I’m not allergic to anything and I don’t have any medical needs that require anything. He doesn’t either. I’m afraid I don’t stay in one place long enough to learn much, so I don’t have anything to add when it comes to news from the outside world,” she ended, clearing her throat and glancing to Buck, as sure he’d have something to say.