[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]	Beatrice watched as Tesla brought over buckets to two of her people - Thalia and Alexander. It was a good sign to her that they even had the resources to make a mold. That was just further indication of how well this place was set up. Not only did they have the capabilities, they clearly had the experience with this sort of thing before and she relaxed slightly. She could leave the others in this place and go on her own with a clear conscience - that was good to know. Of course, she still hadn't made any sort of decision yet as to whether or not to stay or go, but she valued having the option. These people, although rigorous and definitely a military operation, were kind. 

	The speech about keeping the facility clean registered in Beatrice's mind, causing her to go back to juvi. She had gotten a similar speech whenever she would be sent to the facility - about keeping the areas clean and tidy, about how the facility was going to be their world. Good behavior would be rewarded and whatnot. The supplies in the back were lacking a bit from the list she read out - namely in terms of pads. However, she imagined that since they were in the south, they might be included anyways and just not mentioned. She was content to sit there quietly, more or less people watching. The man who went up after Tatiana seemed a bit unhinged. 

	For a moment, she considered telling Thalia [i]no[/i] to getting her supplies for her, but Beatrice then nodded her head and she got up. Heading up to the table, she paused for a moment. [color=23D5B7]"I'm not Thalia,"[/color] she said quietly. [color=23D5B7]"She's got her stub full,"[/color] she then finished, before retrieving the supplies for Thalia and setting them down next to the woman. And in the height of irritation, it wasn't too long after that that Beatrice's name was called and she had to go back up to the table. [color=23D5B7]"I am Beatrice,"[/color] she then said, grabbing her own supplies and retreating back to the table Alex was at.

	Her eyes quietly dared him to ask her to go and get his things, too. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Newnan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/598d2cfb9fa20176f42a0346bffd9a3d/tumblr_mjqny52CHt1qetpu1o1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=00ff00][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[color=00ff00][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Russian [/center][hr]	Jack was getting more and more uncomfortable with all of the attention that Tatiana was getting. He liked the strong woman from Boston - but admittedly, that opinion was purely colored by nostalgia. However, as he took Jamie from Tatiana as she went up to the front to retrieve her supplies, he felt paranoid again. Tatiana had been singled out in front of everyone. His mind was convincing him that everyone was staring at her, making snap judgments about his wife - people he didn't even know. From what he could tell, Tatiana had already gotten mixed up with a group of assholes, basically forced to stay with them no matter what for months. He didn't like the idea of anyone else incoming into this group deciding to take a shot at the trembling young mother. 

	As Tatiana returned, he relaxed again slightly. He was trying to convince himself that Tatiana was entirely safe - that he didn't need to essentially create a bubble of protection and safety around her at all times. This operation was good at weeding out the bad eggs, from what he could tell. They seemed to be good at just about everything after all, so he figured that rejecting anyone dangerous to Tatiana would be child's play for this group. He then nodded a bit bleakly at what his wife had said about Thana. [color=00ff00]"[sub]1[/sub]Da, on delayet..."[/color] he replied softly, not really knowing what else to say. 

	His name was called and Jack gave Tatiana a gentle pat on the knee, before he went up to the front of the room and accepted his pack. [color=00ff00]"Thank ya,"[/color] he said, giving Auntie a nod before he went and quickly returned to his wife. He had to resist the urge to run back on over to her, as if he was a little kid again and they were about to play [i]the floor is lava[/i].