[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]

With all that had been going on with the new bags given to the survivors and the jelly-baths Alexander and Thalia had been given, it hadn't caught up to the old veteran's ears before his stump had been firmly placed in said back; It being the topic of the conversation between Ash and Gunny. Thana. Alexander didn't want to pry, but even with his half-focus on the bucket and Tesla, he managed to pick up what was being said. Or rather, what wasn't being said. 

She was...she as gone? Alexander felt his lungs breath in a good heave of air as the realization washed over him, just as it must have for Ash, Thalia, everyone who at one point or another been with Thana. So much so that he completely ignored Tesla for the moment, a blank stare eminating from the hardened face of a seasoned grunt. It was only when Tesla actually pulled out his stumped leg of the bucket and told him to give it a few days, to which Alexander looked up at him and gave a polite smile. [color=662d91]"Hmm? Oh, okay. Thank you, son."[/color] He said quietly, absent-mindedly putting his pegleg back on, eyes fixed on forward.

MIA, KIA. Missing in Action, the M now replaced by K in Action. It meant nothing different in that time and age. Still the sliver of hope Alexander had held, now was turned into a big lump in his throat, one all too familiar to someone who'd lost someone before. Thana had been there, but was gone now. It was the easy way of saying that she wouldn't return, he figured that much. Having served had given him plenty of different ways of phrasing it, but it all felt the same. Alexander looked up at Ash, now talking with someone from his own group, giving the same stoic look as any good soldier was told to do. "Man up and get on with in." 

So even when Alexander wanted to cry, show some sort of emotion to the death of the one who'd kept him alive and going, both before and after the loss of his leg, he couldn't. The dark, heavy lump in his throat couldn't escape into either words or tears. Instead Alexander looked over to Thalia getting a coffee, then briefly at Manny and finally at Beatrice. He didn't know what to say, he had never been good words, especially words of comfort. Least not to himself. So for a moment he only stared blankly at her, tasting the black rock pushing from below but refusing to giving up. 

He stood up while giving Bea one last look, before limping over to Thalia with his own coffee cup. It seemed like a good idea, if only to avoid having the conversation if and when it'd come up. Once he reached her, he'd look at her, once again in silence. What was there to say?

[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 (Conference Room)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Basic Psychology[/center][hr][hr]

[color=#B8860B]"Brutal in more than one way, yeah. Glad that we stuck together."[/color] Nigel "Hadrian" returned with a slight smile to Erica, thinking back to the day they all first met. None of them had been the first to greet him, that honour went to Robert, who sadly fell victim to...Nigel couldn't remember now, too much had happened that day already. He was being honest about the part of sticking together, even Hank and Wayne who he had already contemplated so many times simply leaving, but never doing. One was crazy as a certain Roman emperor, another as mean as any Greek orator, but they always had each others backs. That's what counted, he guessed. [color=#B8860B]"Do you think we should stay here? It does look secure enough, but..."[/color]

Nigel "Hadrian" began to ask, before taking note of the conversation between the leader of one of the larger groups of survivors and the military guy calling himself Gunny. From what he gathered, the group under this Ashton Holloway had taken the decision to reach the Mexio Beach camp because of someone. Thana Martin, yet another Martin-character amongst the others "Hadrian" had noticed already. Thinking back on it, he remembered one of the pictures he had found in the swamp, one with a young girl in it. Was that her? Could be that this Thana was the daughter of Macsen Martin. 

This all made the final revelation as impactful as the ending line of a good Greek tragedy, that she wasn't there. Nigel "Hadrian" sat in silence as he watched the equal silence fill the space between Ashton and Gunny, then listened to the final words Gunny said to the room. They would soon be shown their rooms for the quarantine, which would be nice. Privacy was something Nigel hadn't had for a very long time, especially around Wayne and Hank. Erica he didn't mind, she was nice. Nigel watched as Erica went to get more from the table and Wayne talking to them. Of course. [color=#B8860B]"Ave Caligula."[/color] the Neo-Roman shot back in an attempt to counter his verbal jab, but only the gods knew if he was putting himself more into his own stereotype. Nigel wasn't in the mood to talk more with him, and so was glad when Erica returned. [color=#B8860B]"Mind if I ask you, am I Nigel to you now? Now that the cat's out of the sack and all. I mean, I don't mind if you do, I've just used "Hadrian" for so long and...you know...I didn't know you back then. I'm sorry, Erica..."[/color]