Kimberly
"Not just 'at." He corrected. "Ya *Also* Get familiarity. 'ere ain't no two weapons out 'ere, 'at're *Exactly t'e same,* An' t'e same goes fa' t'e 'mons 'at 'old 'em. Longe' ya use it, t'e better ya know it. And t'e more ya *Trust* It."

As for the question he was asked... Well, *Technically* Speaking? Depending on how you looked at it, the answer to such a question ranged from two decades to, quite literally, *More than a full lifetime.* But that wasn't exactly something Everett needed to know.

"If ya mean 'ow long I've been a soldie', 'en 'at's eighteen yea's. An' woul'n't ya know it, 'at's 'alf my *Life!* So is 'at watcha aimin' fo'a? Ya wanna be a soldie', too?"
Janet
"Really...? Huh."

*That was a pretty long time to be in the fighting business. Though, to be honest... That next question was also kind of a good one.*

"Well, nothing as militaristic as that..." *The Minccino rubbed the back of his head.* "I just want to be a general fighter; the kind of 'mon that can hold his own in any situation, you know?"
Kimberly
*"Ahh!* So ya wanna be t'e 'mon 'at keeps t'e convoy warm an' safe, eh? 'at'cha write when ya 'eaded out at midnight? I 'otcha."

Of course, the kind of thing someone like Everett might have to deal with in terms of threats were something that Ryavi wasn't actually totally sure about; the conditions of a typical life in this part of the world as opposed to their homeland were something they were still learning. 

"Heh heh... Ya know, sailin' out across 'e seas to fin' ya battles, *'at's* Some'in' we've been doin' fa' generations. So I'd say ya onto some'in', comin' out 'ere!"