He was happy to see her relax a measure, unaware of whatever influence he had on it. He was hoping she was finding her stride, getting comfortable. As they eased into talking about the thing they knew they had in common, even if they hadn't directly acknowledged it, he thought the common ground might be helping as well.
Max chuckled, shaking his head, as she brought up the nickname he'd unfortunately ended up with at the coffee shop. He'd forgotten how they'd dug it out of him, but he could probably blame Dune. “No, it's not,” he confirmed ruefully, and he couldn't blame her for being curious even if a lot of his service was stuff he couldn't talk about, for more reasons than the obvious. “But I was a sergeant. Army, with the 10th Group.”
Max chuckled, shaking his head, as she brought up the nickname he'd unfortunately ended up with at the coffee shop. He'd forgotten how they'd dug it out of him, but he could probably blame Dune. “No, it's not,” he confirmed ruefully, and he couldn't blame her for being curious even if a lot of his service was stuff he couldn't talk about, for more reasons than the obvious. “But I was a sergeant. Army, with the 10th Group.”