There were layers to everything she was saying, layers that he couldn't quick unpack all at once.
"Ah, but you do ken Johnson, then?" he asked for confirmation.
"Montgomery Scott..." he repeated, as if mulling the name over for memory. "To get his kilt..." he frowned in confusion. "With the army recruiting, he'd get a free kilt, and the rest of the uniform," he joked, giving her a mock salute by example.
The rain fell heavier, dripping down his neck and fair turning the land to a mess of mud. They should get out of the rain, but could he very well invite an unaccompanied woman he'd just met into his home?Not without becoming the speak of the Mearns-
After a moment's consideration, he removed his own jacket and moved to let her use it to cover her head.