[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room)
[color=662d91][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander tried to cut his meal into small pieces and eating it slowly, though it was hard to contain his enjoyment of the food they'd been so graciously given by Moralez and Mae. He was brought up a Catholic, though it was his post-war years and time with Judith that brought manners to a rowdy young man. This was a small piece of Heaven right there, and the God-fearing (if still unsure) man in Alexander didn't want to be disrespectful to either their cooks or God. But oh man was it hard to not down swallow the shrimps whole without chewing them. 

When Beatrice silently joined the table to eat, Alexander gave but a brief look up at her as she sat down. It was clear to him that she wasn't there to talk, but not in a manner of ignoring him. This was their thing, part of why they got along so well. If there was one thing that Alexander missed from the ol' days, it was silence around friends. Not the awkward one that always followed around strangers, nor the dead silence you enforced in order to survive 'Nam or the end of the world. He missed the special silence around people you could enjoy it with. With Manny being the always talkative person he was, and him and Thalia talking over electronics, Beatrice was the one he could count on to just be with him. No small-talk, no digging in either one's past, just the company of a silent friend. 

Alexander gave Beatrice a brief smile then, before turning back to his blessed meal. The old grunt was happy to fill his stomach with anything other than cat-food or whatever scraps they found. So when the quarantined group returned with Doc, only for him to begin acting up around the food, Alexander only gave the ensuing converstation a look over his shoulder, catching Ash giving him a nod and the raise of a cup to which Alexander returned it, before returning to his meal. When you were hungry, you listened to the cook before the doctor.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Former Sauna Room -> Conference Room)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

It was easy to see that the red-head now gone bald, Amelia, wasn't taking it lightly, even when she was rejoined by the other girl who Nigel assumed was close to her. How close, he didn't know, but it didn't really matter, like it didn't really matter how Riley was apparently a celebrity of some sorts way before The Gods threw caution to the wind and brought upon the end of the world. Nigel, when giving her a second look, thought that he might have recognized her from one of his students stickers on their books, not that any name came up. And it mattered little to him, especially then. Even if he was going to ask her about her past, doing it around Amelia was not the right time. So he gave Shears a look as well, but let Doc do the talking. 

Then it was time to return to the others and eat. Nigel "Hadrian" walk with the group back to the conference room, staying a few people away from Hank as not to having to talk to him. He'd had enough of that for a week, though there were sure to be darker days filled with "Sportacus" to come. But alas, some respite! As they entered the conference room, Nigel did hear the welcome from another unknown man, and especially the one to Hank. Nigel forced down a laugh, ending up coughing it down at Hank's reaction. Thankfully he wasn't the only punching bag in the room. 

Nigel too was more than ready for a hot meal, but wasn't as eager to join seats with Wayne as Hank was. Not if he could help it. A Roman legionaire might want to ride alongside a Gaulish cavarlyman into hostile territory, but not in his own house. Wait, perhaps that's what Hank looked like? A Gaul? As Nigel "Hadrian" thought of the possibilites, he almost absentmindledy filled a plate of various fishes and sides with little regards to his pre-apocalypse tastes. Perhaps it was the hunger that kicked in for real now that they had food. Bread and Circus, but with less Circus. Then again like he had said in the sauna, he wasn't that pickish those days.

With a plate full of things he thought he wouldn't eat before the Outbreak, Nigel "Hadrian" went over Erica as she spoke with Doc sitting in a chair. He didn't say anything as he began eating the first real meal he'd had in ages, but tried to restrain himself from eating too fast. The Doc was probably right, from what he had gathered and from Erica's words, that this could go bad. [color=#B8860B]"Seems like fair punishment to me."[/color] Nigel eventually said, giving a look at Wayne and Hank, then back at Erica. [color=#B8860B]"How do I look?"[/color]