The would-be Recruit shrugged noncommittally. It had been an awfully long time since they'd last spoken. It'd been a long time since she spoke to a lot of people.
"Yeah. Turns out it ain't as hard to disappear as they make it out to be." Hartman smiled for a moment, letting her Texan accent slip back in. Since she wasn't officially enlisted yet, formality could take a dive out the nearest window. For now, at any rate. "The old family weren't too keen to see me go, but they didn't make a big deal of it. Not sure how they'll take it if they figure out where I ended up."Probably not well. She added mentally. It wasn't worth worrying about. When you flew under the Navy's banner there were enough people trying to kill you that a few more or less barely registered.
"So, fill me in. I heard we got boots on the Westfalen, are the newshounds having a joke or did we actually pull it off?"The Rheinland Battleship had been a major roadblock to attacks in the area. If they'd managed to take control of it, the war might finally start to go Liberty's way. Assuming the Navy had been able to keep her supplied, battleships weren't exactly economical at the best of times. Speaking of battleships... If meeting Sius here had been unlikely, then the figure seated at the bar was impossible. She shook her head, a chuckle of disbelief escaping through clenced teeth. It had to be a set-up. Still, it wasn't an unwelcome one.
"Major!" She waved, gesturing to a third seat at their table. Just like old times. "Now, reckon I owe you two a drink."
