[His brows furrow as he watches her, noting the shortened hair and the slightly -- stiff? like she's been hurt and not quite recovered, a soldier is trained to note things like this -- movements, but instead of calling attention to them... he smiles at her, bright, happy as he is to see her, truly.]
Yeah, I kinda figured. Guess I should be lucky you still remember me. [He chuckles a little.] But don't worry, I wasn't about to forget you.