The man looked to both of them but his eyes mostly locked on the man. Sexism to him was worse then Racism to him, he holstered the gun a small click heard as it locks into place preventing any one from takeing the pistol from his thigh. He looked at the parasol and then to the man, under the helmet he was gleering at him.
"Speech like that gains you little respect."
His helmet picked up the chatter between the two little to their knowledge he was recording everything down and saving it to the OBC. He check the parasol over again for a moment and frowned under the helmet. finally his gaze rested on the man.
"I am a soldier, of course I have a gun."He said to the man then to the woman he asked."Isn't that thing used as a weapon around the edges?" His voice masked to make him sound around his mid-years.
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