[ John files in behind her, taking up the rear and nearly the entire hallway as they moved. In spite of the vast differences in periods of time from which they arrived from (also something he couldn't scarcely grasp) he felt more comfortable deferring to her than going it alone. Call it habitual military training. Speaking of... ]
Ma'am?
[ He asks without stopping in a rare moment of initiating conversation. ]
no subject
Ma'am?
[ He asks without stopping in a rare moment of initiating conversation. ]
Is Ms. Carter appropriate, or are you military?