[ The fact that he completely misses the spirit of her question does him more favours than a comprehending denial. He — Dean, she tells herself, not Ben or Soldier Boy or whoever he might have become — describes himself as a hunter of monsters. If she hadn't been warned about the monsters by the native-born soldiers back at the base, she may not believe him now. As it is, this week has been long and strange, and she's slightly emotionally winded from the tension of facing down Soldier Boy only to discover he's some random hunter called Dean.
She studies his weapons, his clothing, his gait, his face; all with a firm-lipped expression of wariness and shadows about her eyes. And then, with visible reluctance, she pulls out a small piece of lightly crumpled paper from her pocket and offers it to him.
On one side, her first name is written in English, Japanese, and (borderline unreadable) Tagalog. On the other side, in English only: hello :)
In fairness, she had added the little smile before it occurred to her she might encounter someone who greatly resembled... You know. ]
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She studies his weapons, his clothing, his gait, his face; all with a firm-lipped expression of wariness and shadows about her eyes. And then, with visible reluctance, she pulls out a small piece of lightly crumpled paper from her pocket and offers it to him.
On one side, her first name is written in English, Japanese, and (borderline unreadable) Tagalog. On the other side, in English only: hello :)
In fairness, she had added the little smile before it occurred to her she might encounter someone who greatly resembled... You know. ]