[ She starts to notice the other unique details of him as the moments pass naturally and comfortably; the vibrant shade of his hair and the tattoo on his neck are especially interesting. He seems reasonably intelligible at first glance too, at least enough so to understand the stakes of her statement, the general brand of fallout to which she is referring. ]

Can't imagine it was by choice on our part, but I honestly couldn't tell you the truth. Who knows when it comes to the fucked up whims of elected officials. All I know is we lost the war, and the trade dried up. Bridges shut down and suspiciously heavily patrolled.

[ Welcome the expertise of others, does he? The odd foxy (?) fellow is shaping up to be quite the reasonable sort. Reasonable... Sally likes that. She can work with reasonable. ]

G'raha Tia? Do correct me if I butcher the accent. The Brits have such a boring linguistic pallet.

[ She shakes his hand, mirroring his friendly etiquette. ]

An absolute pleasure. Well, except the whole... Lord of The Flies on Wheels bit