[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/h1][img]https://thumbs.gfycat.com/InformalDemandingAmericanbittern-max-1mb.gif[/img][hr][color=#23D5B7][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Meeting (Three-way intersection near the Hershall Norred Water Plant)[/center][hr][hr]	Beatrice snorted at Lola's exclamation of [i]kinky.[/i] From everything she'd seen so far, it didn't seem like Thana wanted to do anything of the sort with Gavin. It seemed a little more likely for Thana to try to take out a restraining order on the man - if there was anyone left around to enforce it. The women of the world would just have to continue slamming Gavin against the side of tanks, then, until he hit on the wrong girl and evoked an even harsher response. 

	Beatrice climbed into the tank, hesitating for a moment at Gavin's offer of a hand. It wasn't that he bothered her on a personal level - she was just self sufficient by nature. [color=#23D5B7]"Thanks,"[/color] Beatrice said in acknowledgement, despite not taking the offered help. She was a bitch, but she didn't actively try to be one. She was a stoic by nature, preferring to keep things bottled up and rely on no one else. Sometimes people got the wrong impression and assumed that it was something more personal. She didn't really care if they thought she disliked them on a personal level - if they got that impression, so be it. They were probably right, anyways. 

	[i]Mugs? That's cute.[/i] She heard the crackle of the radio as - she assumed the old man - attempted to make contact with Lola. The Australian struck Beatrice as the type to give just about everyone she met a nickname. She could deal with her. She'd dealt with plenty of oddballs in foster homes and in juvi growing up. There were moments where she felt that Portland had nothing on Justice. [color=#23D5B7]"Sounds reasonable. We want to time this properly or it won't work."[/color]