"Good eggs, the lot of 'em." John replies, equally terse but with warmth in his deep, quiet voice. Definitely a soldier, this one--or maybe JROTC? She looks so young, but some women just have good genes like that. Regardless of her age, she's got an air about her he knows all too well.

Military, disconnected, and paranoid--but it's a healthy dose.

"You're gonna be okay here." he muses aloud, then takes a few steps forward to offer her his hand. "Captain John Rambo, United States Army. Special Forces."