"I've known him for about three years now, I'd say... we started out as comrades, and then he was promoted a whole bunch. Nothing much to say other than that, really. So you really knew him that long? Wow. I guess that means you're from around here, then? Sorry about that, this place has been so torn apart... it's sad, really. I'm from the Adirondacks. Nothing there but trees, bears, and a few hobos."
Sonya noticed Brook was uncomfortable, so she pat the other woman on the back gently. Unlike Tom, Sonya was much into the touching and the hugging. "Hey, relax. We're in a bit of a pickle, but it's nothing we haven't gotten out of before." She paused, and added regretfully, "Okay, it's bad. The Russians are learning where the hide-out is, and we're extremely low on firepower. They're not. It'll probably get ugly in the next few days, but Tom has a bargaining chip. Not that he'll use it. He went to go check out that... err... bargaining chip. You'll see him again soon, though, that knee is a lot worse than he lets on. He shouldn't even be walking on it." She tsks. "Men. Always with the testosterone... still... gotta love a guy in uniform. Nice piece of man-meat isn't he?" Sonya grinned at her, as if they were two co-conspirators in a sea of oblivious hot man flesh. "We're surrounded, girl. And they're all lonely and ripe for the picking. Why do you think I joined the Marines?"