ʀᴀғᴇ ᴀúʟʟᴀ ᴀ ʟᴀ sᴏᴍʙʀᴀ ᴅᴇ (maginus) wrote in repose,
It was a good thing to be wrong about, so Rafe didn't feel bad in the least. She was entitled to feel pleased with herself, given how unconventional the idea had been and how well she had managed to pull it off in execution. He certainly wasn't going to hold that against her, especially since she wasn't going down the I told you so route.
"I don't have one on me right now, no," he said to her with a slight chuckle, stepping back just enough to show quite clearly that there was no trace of one anywhere to be seen. He could have had one in a concealed holster under his pants leg around his ankle, certainly, but even though he did sometimes have one it was only ever really for show because the fact was he didn't really need one. He was good with firearms, very good in fact, but he was more than happy to rely on what he now possessed naturally in terms of advantages (and weaponry, for that matter) rather than relying on something outside of himself. "But--" He drew in a breath, stepping closer to the counter again and leaned against it, resting one hip against it so that he appeared more relaxed as opposed to just standing there in front of Oona's workspace while she went about her cleanup. "It is that kind of security, yes," he concluded.
Her thanks was met with another smile, though this one wasn't quite so free and easy as the ones that had come before because as proud as he was of his time serving there were a lot of bad memories attached to that period of his life as well, all of them centring around one specific incident. As good as he was at schooling his expressions there was still a visible trace of something hinting at sadness in that smile, and his only response to her remark on the subject was a dip of his head in acknowledgement. It was his own fault for bringing it up, really.
His accent, on the other hand, was a much safer subject, and one that prompted a much more sincere and relaxed smile. "I'm not, no," he told her, though he suspected she already knew that and was simply trying to be less direct about her curiosity. He wouldn't have been in the least bit offended if she had just out and asked where he was from but she didn't know that. They had, after all, only just met. "I was born in Chile," he said, his accent actually becoming heavier with his pronunciation of the country of his birth. "I lived there until I was eight and then my family moved here, to the United States. California specifically." A little more of the unexpectedly enjoyable ice cream, and a slight narrowing of his eyes. "Where would you have guessed, if you had to?" It was his turn to be curious. There were other questions to ask, of course, but one thing at a time, and maybe if he was lucky Oona would beat him to it and answer some of them before he could even needed to ask them.