[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 (Briefing)
[color=23D5B7][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]	Beatrice mouthed [i]PDA[/i] at Thalia once they were in briefing and Thana shared a kiss with Ash. She knew it was obnoxious of her to do so, but it was more or less what her default move was - to be a bit bitchy. She still didn't know what exactly had happened with Thana, whether or not they had been abandoned or if Thana had been brutally injured and almost died without them (as would line up with her face). Gunny walked into the room and started to enlighten them, with Beatrice paying close attention. This was the story she had wondered about from time to time - the one that would settle in concrete her opinion of Thana. She figured that Roamers was the terminology they used for the undead here, given context clues. 

	The story that they were told... Beatrice didn't doubt its accuracy. This was a military camp. They were being told everything that went down like some sort of after action report - and it was all about the facts, no attempts to make someone out into being a hero. Beatrice clenched and unclenched her hands. This was a lot of information to process, but it answered the question in the back of her mind - Thana hadn't abandoned them. She hadn't been the coward that couldn't admit wanting to bail when things got hard. She ran her finger around the rim of the can of O's. Her hand clenched again as she was shown the images of Thana's injuries. 

	[color=23D5B7]"Thank you,"[/color] Beatrice said quietly, her gaze and words directed at Thana.[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] N/A[/center][hr]	Jack nodded in agreement with Tatiana's assessment. Whatever had happened to Thana, the toll it took on her body at least was apparent. And with some people (read: Wayne) around, having it be a private affair was probably for the best. They just didn't have space in the bookshelf fort for all of them to have a private conversation at once. His mind was taken off of that train of thought though as Tatiana brushed up against him and he gave her a large grin, looking at his amazing wife. The stability of being in Quarantine had been nice. He was still worried about her and that would never change, but they were safe from the walkers in here - at least for now. Jamie was getting to play with toys and crawl around and have a stable source of food. It was the most normal they had had since Newnan. 	

	[color=00ff00]"How could I evah fohget it?"[/color] Jack asked his wife. He caught her gaze going down to her wedding band and it gave him a thought. There were a few less people in the room at the moment, meaning that there was no space to move. And they hadn't ever really gotten much of a honeymoon or an anniversary dinner or anything since their wedding, so... He quickly glanced at Jamie, hoping that their son wouldn't wonder off for at least a moment or two, as Jack held out his hand. [color=00ff00]"Tatiana Newnan, my nightingale... Would ya do me the honohr of havin' this dance?"[/color] he asked.