If the girl behind the curtain had her way, it would most definitely turn into a Bond movie, so Tom counted his blessings. Next thing he knew, he'd press some big red button that would make the car sprout wings and fly away--he was only lucky that was a bit far-fetched, even for PL. Which was saying a lot, considering they already had hacker sheep and seldom=mentioned talking llama. Doh!
Anyway, when she started asking more questions he really didn't want to answer, he blurted, "It's not a what, it's a who. Can't really wear a who, can I?"
And---yeesh, was she looking at his crotch?! Bad Brook! Tom tried to act natural, eyes fixed on the road as if it was paved with flying pink elephants.
"We can find an ultrasound if we don't have one. We're not going to stay in Atlanta for long, anyway, my superiors have already considered retreat, and backup is arriving to make it possible. I'm just delaying the action... so to speak." He didn't really want to get into the whole I Have But One Life To Live For My Country speech.
And *then* she went on about his men--oh Lord in Heaven, she was turning him into a pimp! "I can't say I've noticed whether or not they're cute," he said, which was a blatant lie (every man knew a pretty boy when they saw one), but he was a straight and narrow sort of guy, and he just didn't say things like that. "Anyway, you won't have to do laundry or anything like that, not unless you want to--and I'm sure you don't. You'll be my... charge, I guess. We'll make it up as we go along. But no, you're not the only citizen there; there's Francis, and bunch of other people we've saved in the blast, including a few children."
Briefly, he wondered what she'd think of Sonya. He knew he always referred to them as his 'men,' but he had few women too, and Sonya was known to get around. He hoped this didn't evolve into some cat fight... he'd have to confront that bridge when they crossed it. Which would be soon--they were nearing the base. Tom kept his eyes pealed, concentrating now. This was an active war zone, there was no telling what could happen in the next five minutes.