[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/yN9kRR9v/tumblr-inline-pai0jg-G5th1rt2432-540.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=23D5B7][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[color=23D5B7][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]	[color=23D5B7]"I'm flattered,"[/color] Beatrice quipped. She could handle being called a disagreeable cunt - although she found Thalia's mention of angry cunts interesting. Beatrice never would have described herself as an angry person. She was rude, blunt, emotionally disconnected, apathetic, closed off, guarded, and violent, yes... but angry? That wasn't the way she saw herself. She had to wonder if Thalia saw her that way now and she stared at her friend for a moment. When Thalia went off to get food, the comment was still bugging Beatrice slightly. Part of what was annoying her, of course, was the fact that it bothered her at all. 

	She had gotten too close to the one armed woman. She needed to fix that. Waiting until the area had cleared out slightly, Beatrice then went up to the food and fixed herself a plate. She mumbled a thanks to the people that had brought it, since that hadn't been required of them and it was decent of them to do. It was quite literally a hand out - not something a girl from Justice was raised to expect. Her eyes darted over towards where Thalia had went off to, before she spotted Alex sitting at a table by herself and Beatrice took her plate, sitting down across from him. 

	Beatrice figured Alex wouldn't mind sitting and eating in silence, so she started to eat her own food without a word.[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Newnan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/25QvrFZq/tenor.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=00ff00][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[color=00ff00][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr]	[color=00ff00]"Good to meet ya too, Alexandah,"[/color] Jack replied, putting a name to the face. He then nodded in agreement with Ash. He really did hope that this worked out for them. They had lost Newnan and while they had been able to survive outside of its walls, it hadn't been easy. They had lost a lot of people - good people. 

	Jack then nodded at his wife, hearing her request that they grab some food for Jamie. [color=00ff00]"On it, solovey,"[/color] he promised her, before excusing himself from Ash and Alex. He headed on over to his wife, only to hesitate for a moment as a stranger started to serve her and Jamie. He wasn't sure how to feel about that. His primal instincts were screaming [i]back off pal, that's my wife and son![/i] and the more rational, non-animal part of his brain was touched at the compassion. And still just a little bit wary about it. Almost subconsciously, Jack puffed up his chest a bit and stood up a little bit taller. If he really was an animal, he might have been ready to do a special dance to remind Tatiana that he was there. 

	There wasn't a lot of self reflection ultimately behind the spike in jealousy. He noticed it had started to become a pattern, but he had dismissed it as paranoia. Hopefully that was all that it was. He fixed himself a plate, grabbing a plastic spoon and fork, and he headed on over to where Tatiana was sitting. He stood there for a moment, glancing around the room to see if there would be any further challenges to his masculinity essentially. Jack then sat down next to his wife, putting his own plate on the coffee table in front of him. 

	[color=00ff00]"He seems nice,"[/color] he said softly to her.