[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/f69e7cf2a43d8d29a3bad72ae2d4ae0e/tumblr_inline_nuo447g8fk1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building 1, Infirmary[/center][hr][hr]Tatiana seemed to be a natural at this sort of work. Jack couldn't help but beam. It might not have been teaching dancing, but she'd found a place within Newnan, from what he could tell. The kid looked a little shaken up, turning over and refusing to talk, and Jack couldn't help but wonder how long he'd been on his own for. This world wasn't exactly kid friendly. However, at Tatiana's shock gaze, Jack grinned broadly. Language barriers. Those were still a thing. 

[color=00ff00]"It's something doctah's say,"[/color] Jack started to explain, before wondering exactly how to explain it. He shrugged a bit, before deciding his definition would do. [color=00ff00]"Usually means their tone and all towards the patients and staff--if they're nice or not."[/color]

But at the comment about improving Tatiana's English, Jack couldn't help but feel a bit protective. Learning a new language was damn hard--case in point, he hadn't picked up much Russian from her. But the French accent of the doctor soothed him slightly. He probably had gone through the same process as Tatiana. 

[color=00ff00]"Maybe we'll make a trade, solovey,"[/color] Jack joked. [color=00ff00]"I can help you with English, and you can help me speak Russian."[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#23D5B7]Beatrice[/color] and [color=ff6600]Chloe[/color][/h1][img]https://s27.postimg.org/zczbiynz7/www_GIFCreator_me_GQne_L7.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building 2, Mess Hall[/center][hr][hr]From the look on Meg's face, Chloe had a feeling her sister wasn't in Newnan. She was torn between sisterly duty and a need to do more than just survive. Riley, she figured, had presumed her dead. It had been a miracle that she survived, that she had managed to nurse herself back to health in the first place. By all logic, Chloe figured she [i]should[/i] have died back then. 

Beatrice, however, listened idly to the Ashton's end of the conversation on the radio. As soon as she heard the mention of James, she felt ever so slightly more relaxed. He was a slightly less unfamiliar face, and while she wasn't sure whether or not his "title" in front of his name was a joke, it didn't matter. People tended to stick to what was familiar, what was comfortable. 

Beatrice had questions about the frequencies of incidents, but she figured that could wait. Ashton seemed to be a very blunt and to the point sort of person. Interviews first, and then, then she could figure out more. It's not like much would change her mind, however. As settlements went, Newnan seemed pretty nice. The old woman even muttered something about a [i]show.[/i]