"If you insist," he stated, grinning.While that was true, and he was sure she'd probably heard the worst of the worst hanging around soldiers, his mother had tried to teach him the value of not swearing in front of elders and dates. It hadn't stuck that well. From time to time, he still got a disapproving look from Sophie when he started swearing. Especially over the comms.
"I probably have," he replied. "And a few different languages to go along with all the cussing in English." He'd been to so many countries that he'd picked some up in languages he didn't even speak. It came in handy. "Poker, huh? We might need to get a game together some night. I could use the extra cash."
When they reached the door in the lobby, Eliot stepped forward to take it this time, allowing Martha to exit first. "Sounds like my kind of story," he said. "It's gotta be long to fit all that in." He pointed over towards the street. "We're going to be taking that beat up Ford over there. I promise she's sturdier than she looks."