There was a softness to the air that made her just a little wary, and a vulnerability to him that made her protective of him and her own response to him. She'd known he'd been a Ranger - it had been in his service file, after all - it just hadn't really been in the front of her mind until he was here talking about it with a glass of whiskey and a distant look in his eyes.
"I know," she said softly. "Haven't had whiskey since...night before I deployed to Iraq the second time." She looked down into her glass a moment, rotating it slowly. "Got very drunk so I'd forget about those I'd lost the first time, and those I was bound to lose that time. We were lucky," she said bluntly. "We lost lives, but we were lucky in the number."