"I wouldn't mind whatever stories you're comfortable sharing. ...Especially if they involve the chainswords."

He seemed to enjoy a little touch. Having been on her feet all damned day, she decided 'to Hell with it' and helped herself to a seat side-saddle on the big guy's lap. He's warm and comfy.

"Or your comrades! I don't know what your rank is or if you command a whole unit or anything, but the armor looked important. Too much so for 'just a regular old guy fighting for the cause', you know?"