Ethan blinked in surprise a few time before he could respond to grace. "You have me apolagies miss, most settlements I've had the courtesy o' stayin with wanted me whole story." He returned the helmet to his head and in a fluent move of muscle memory saluted Grace. "Yes Madame, point me at them and I'll teach them to pop snake at thirteen hundred yards."<br/><br/>Ethan couldn't put his finger on it but Grace reminded him of someone, one of the Americans he served alongside maybe? The young man figured it smarter to avoid it for now and continued with what she wanted. "I have a couple requests of my own though miss, if you don't mind."<br/><br/>This was his chance to break the ice and gain acceptance to this obviously very close camp. "Can I bunk with the angel that had these cigarettes?" He thought for a moment before getting serious. "Do you have enough ammo for me to target teach these kids to shoot a rifle?" He shook his head and frowned, "I hate to be the bad guy but I can't train a shooter without ammo.