Alright, you’ve got a point. /Clears her throat and extends a hand/ Nice to meet you, Scout.
Yeah… nice t’ meet ya, I guess. /Takes her hand and shakes it lightly/ So yanno I’m a scout, obviously. What about you? ‘Fraid I can’t just tell by lookin’. Normally I can. You a spy or somethin’? ‘Cuz spies kinda suck.
…da hell ya goin’ on about now?
Grace, huh? Weird. I woulda pictured ya with a different name. But whateva. /He tips the bill of his hat a little./ You can call me Scout.
And I’m sure that’s your actual name, kid… Grace is my middle name. Don’t usually go by my first.
It might as well be my actual name, kinda like yers might as well just be Grace. /Shrug./ But I’ll tell ya what, if ya call me Scout instead of kid, I’ll call ya Grace and won’t bug ya ‘bout yer first name. Deal?
Hey, kid. /she nods her head in his direction/
/Stares at her for a moment before nodding slightly./
Don’t call me kid. Yer new ‘round here, yeah?
Sorry, force of habit.
/She chuckles a little bit and shakes her head./
But yeah, I’m new around here. I’m Grace.
Grace, huh? Weird. I woulda pictured ya with a different name. But whateva. /He tips the bill of his hat a little./ You can call me Scout.
Hey, kid. /she nods her head in his direction/
/Stares at her for a moment before nodding slightly./
Don’t call me kid. Yer new ‘round here, yeah?
…well, dat’s good t’ hear, I suppose. I ain’t fond of bein’ yelled at. Or bein’ told what t’ do. Hate guys like dat…
You seem alright, though.
Oh, ahh… nice t’ meetcha, I guess. Ya can just call me scout. /He half salutes, unsure and uncomfortable./
Soldier, huh? Yer not… one of them crazy yellin’ ones, yeah? Dat’s what soldiers are usually like.