Markus didn't miss that she decided not to comment on her arm. But he wasn't one to pry; he was sure they had much to catch up on. He would chuckle as he spoke up, teasing his choice of vernacular, remembering that she had, in fact, told him more than once now to call her Angie. It was just one of those things that constantly seemed to slip his mind as they met. It was even more amusing because he typically considered using one's last name as even more formal, but he knew military folk always had weird ways.
“What's wrong? Getting all friendly all of a sudden,” Markus would say, nudging her back, quoting the great Hal Emmerich. “Besides, you're one to talk. 'Markus'? What happened to.... oh... what was it you used to call me?” He asked, laughing as he remembered her clever nickname for him, knowing very damn well what it was. It was one he used to take quite a bit of pride in.
“What's wrong? Getting all friendly all of a sudden,” Markus would say, nudging her back, quoting the great Hal Emmerich. “Besides, you're one to talk. 'Markus'? What happened to.... oh... what was it you used to call me?” He asked, laughing as he remembered her clever nickname for him, knowing very damn well what it was. It was one he used to take quite a bit of pride in.