[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/OC8uSpPIiNxBK/giphy.gif[/img][hr][color=#23D5B7][b]Location[/b][/color]: in a TANK[/center][hr][hr]	Correction: the Australian wasn't the only one that was a fan of nicknames. Gavin was one as well. If she didn't play her cards carefully, she'd both be killed on this mission [i]and[/i] gain an unfortunate nickname as well. Somehow, he'd stumble upon one of her most hated nicknames from growing up. And if that happened, well, no one would need to worry about Gavin helping to repopulate the world. His family jewels would be beyond saving.

	Beatrice glanced around the tank for a moment, ignoring the radio that Gavin was holding out to her. She then widened her eyes in fake shock. [color=#23D5B7]"Oh, you were talking to me?"[/color] Beatrice quipped. She accepted the radio from him, with a warning look that clearly emphasized [i]not[/i] calling her a little lady again. She certainly didn't have the manners of one and she wasn't afraid to let Gavin learn that lesson if it was warranted. Beatrice got herself comfortable, able to access her gun if she needed to and operate the radio as needed. Hearing the message, Beatrice considered passing it along to Gavin, but the thought of Gavin hitting his head up against the steel duck brought a bit of a smile to her face. 

	[color=#23D5B7]"Before all this?"[/color] Beatrice asked, though she didn't wait for Lola to confirm. [color=#23D5B7]"I was in Coney Island for a job. Did a fair bit of freelance work - mostly finding people. My speciality. This woman's daughter was missing. Gotten in with the wrong crowd,"[/color] she paused for a moment, reflecting back on it all. [color=#23D5B7]"...Never did get the final payment on that job, but hey, shit happened. There was no sense in flying back to California with the outbreak. I ended up in Georgia about three years or so in."[/color]