[There's no argument from the soldier when she lets go; if he feels he needs more contact later, he'll find someone to ask. He's not used to asking for things or even threatening others, so he'll only do it when he feels he needs to.
He appreciates the strategic choice of table (which he would admit) and the instruction (which he would not), and he nods as he begins to turn towards the cafe's bar, metal fingers catching the light for a brief moment.]
I'll go first.
[He won't take long stepping over and looking at the menu, simply choosing something that looks like it has plenty of things in it.]
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He appreciates the strategic choice of table (which he would admit) and the instruction (which he would not), and he nods as he begins to turn towards the cafe's bar, metal fingers catching the light for a brief moment.]
I'll go first.
[He won't take long stepping over and looking at the menu, simply choosing something that looks like it has plenty of things in it.]