"Damn," said Zinda, staring at the man across from her, actually managing to forget her beer for the time being. "And I thought the body count was high in my fight," she murmured, shaking her head. "Sounds like you had a hell of a cause to take up arms for- whether they were your people or not," she said with a whole lot of respect evident in her tone.
"You ever need anything, just give me a shout," she told him. "Anything for a fellow soldier."