Kimber couldn't help but smile at his reaction. "No thanks, I don't smoke." She pulled up her sunglasses, propping them up in her hair like a headband. She didn't really like the idea of dropping this particular bomb on a guy with weaponry, but somebody had to tell him. "Sweetie, I need to tell you something, and you might not believe me, but I wouldn't lie to a man in uniform. It's 2010. The war is way over. Good news, though: you totally won!"
Kimber placed a hand lightly on his elbow. "Let's walk." She wasn't going to pull or push him anywhere, but she was hoping to gently steer him. This was pretty much the perfect opportunity for a makeover, and she fully intended to help this guy's wardrobe get acquainted with the twenty-first century.