( She allows herself a very quiet laugh, pushing her milk to the side and playing with her straw before looking back at Zahra. ) You don't seem so military, either. I always-- ( Hm. A little shrug, self-conscious. ) I always think've military as old men with big moustaches and bourbon and stuff. ( Another thought, and she taps her chest. ) Lots've medals.

I don't know all that much about armies and stuff, though. ( She shrugs, for about the hundredth time, and distracts herself with her milk. ) I'd say ya'll are more like a celebrity or something.

( And that was almost mumbled into her milk, before she drink some more; not out of awkwardness, but more because she's easily distracted, dreamy, and that milk is damn delicious. )