[ He waits for the end of that—-you hangs there for a moment in the air between them as they continue to walk, and his brows lift, but it’s mostly amusement. He’s been called a great many insults, and he doesn’t think this stranger will hit anything that’s particularly triggering; after all, his anger tends only to hone in on any sort of call out to his previous SOLDIER status.

Surprisingly, the guy just lets it hang off with a soft grunt of something that he can’t quite catch. It makes him want to smile, slightly, though he tries to hold back the urge. ]

Not this morning. Been at least a week or two, maybe more, it’s been hard to keep track.

[ For now, at least the path is relatively clear, though he fixates his gaze over the stranger’s shoulder under the guise of looking out for them. ]

What’s your name? Where are you from?

[ Rather direct questions for someone who hasn’t offered any of that information in return. ]