She couldn't help but smile at the tone, he sounded almost like home. Dyed-in-the-wool soldiers all had that kind of sarcasm in everything they said, even if it was something they actually meant, sometimes especially then.
She shrugged at the question, handing over the notepad, the page had tidy block lettering, she'd kept it because it was her introduction: Hi, I'm Star, are you lost? This was helpful when dealing with locals and with people like herself who'd been displaced.