( He doesn't much respond to what she explains, but she can tell he's listening. The little quirk of his brow as the plates are set before them is visible from where she'd brushed his hair from his eyes so she can read him a little better, without an ability to impart tone on what he "speaks" through his device. His word choice is succinct, proper. He's intelligent. Schooled.
However he presents himself, she doesn't much mind. He's giving her opportunities to continue conversation and share a bit about herself and the technologies she knows, and it has his interest well enough. That's plenty, in her opinion. But mentioning the military catches his attention quite obviously. )
Mm, that was why those rations I mentioned were developed— to keep soldiers from making any fires and revealing their positions. ( As he knew, of course. ) They were artificially heated and very filling, so they kept one going on something small and easy to carry. Did you hunt, or were you more of a "stew" person?
And I suppose you could say that, yes. I lent my skills to whoever needed them. I was never attached to any particular country's forces. I was with a group of other doctors and volunteers who sort of... cleaned up after battles, and saw to poorer parts of the world. But I was trained with various militaries, yes. In wielding weapons and tactical decisions, and defensive combat. Nothing I'd ever choose to employ, most times, but it has helped me protect others. Patients, both injured or innocent, and keep our supplies from being stolen.
( She'll show him, some time. The power of CQC and aikido, to redirect and disable instead of outright harm. And, as if she hadn't said something he'll interpret as incredibly strange, she takes that first bite of pasta with clear delight in the way she closes her eyes, savoring the flavor as she chews. Very tasty. )
I REFUSE!!! I declare, (almost) another week later
However he presents himself, she doesn't much mind. He's giving her opportunities to continue conversation and share a bit about herself and the technologies she knows, and it has his interest well enough. That's plenty, in her opinion. But mentioning the military catches his attention quite obviously. )
Mm, that was why those rations I mentioned were developed— to keep soldiers from making any fires and revealing their positions. ( As he knew, of course. ) They were artificially heated and very filling, so they kept one going on something small and easy to carry. Did you hunt, or were you more of a "stew" person?
And I suppose you could say that, yes. I lent my skills to whoever needed them. I was never attached to any particular country's forces. I was with a group of other doctors and volunteers who sort of... cleaned up after battles, and saw to poorer parts of the world. But I was trained with various militaries, yes. In wielding weapons and tactical decisions, and defensive combat. Nothing I'd ever choose to employ, most times, but it has helped me protect others. Patients, both injured or innocent, and keep our supplies from being stolen.
( She'll show him, some time. The power of CQC and aikido, to redirect and disable instead of outright harm. And, as if she hadn't said something he'll interpret as incredibly strange, she takes that first bite of pasta with clear delight in the way she closes her eyes, savoring the flavor as she chews. Very tasty. )