[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6ukqr4XHa1rq8a7p.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=23D5B7]Location:[/color][/b] in a TANK
[b][color=23D5B7]Skills:[/color][/b] None[/center][hr]	Beatrice chuckled slightly. She had to admire Gavin's conviction. In most scenarios, people didn't take too kindly to her opinions, especially on a matter as intimate as religion. For a moment, she saw a reflection of herself in him. If she hadn't been exposed to Justice at a young age, perhaps she would have turned out like him - or maybe if she hadn't returned to Justice, then she would have channeled that darkness into some type of law enforcement. It was an odd moment, noticing a version of oneself in someone else. The only other person Beatrice had experienced that with in a long time had been Ash. 

	She accepted the map from Lola, giving it a brief scan. Lola's estimation appeared to have been correct. The craziness that came out in her personality appeared to be contained when it came to basic skills - such as map reading and tank driving. [color=23D5B7]"Thanks,"[/color] she said curtly, handing the map back once she had finished examining it. She then paused for a moment, shaking her head slightly at Lola. It wasn't a negative [i]don't do this[/i] type of look - more of a [i]I'm amused and glad to have experienced this weirdness[/i]. 

	[color=23D5B7]"If we play baseball with walkers, I'll win,"[/color] Beatrice wagered. [color=23D5B7]"I always bring the very best violence."[/color] It was in her blood.