Weston couldnâ€™t help but laugh a little when she said she would give him a lollipop if he wanted one. He was merely joking around but she must not have caught it; maybe she didnâ€™t have a sense of humor which was a bit sad. Every now and then it was nice to have a sense of humor to make things seem a little better than they were, at least in his opinion. What would you do if you didnâ€™t have humor? Heâ€™d imagine life would be very boring, too serious, definitely not his idea of a good life. Sure he could be a bit of a goof and sometimes acted like a kid but in reality he was just living life the way it was meant to be. That didnâ€™t mean he was oblivious to the war of course, he was well aware, it just meant that he doesnâ€™t often let things drag him down. On the inside he was still hurting not just from the pain of his wounds but from all the men he watched die, that pain was taking longer to die down.<br/><br/>But he does not let it drag him down, instead still keeps a smile on his face as best he could. Even when he was in pain and in a situation that made him a little uncomfortable he could find it in himself to be a little humorous. Sometimes he did have a more serious side to him when he needed to, however, even if it was not all that evident.<br/><br/>Yuri was a very strong woman but she was far too serious and didnâ€™t seem to have any humor what so ever. It wasnâ€™t to the extent that she was boring, at least from what he could tell right now, but overall he wasnâ€™t sure whether or not she was good company. It might have been a bit too soon to say for sure, so for the time being he was going to have a neutral opinion of her rather than jump to conclusions. He wasnâ€™t usually someone who jumped to conclusions anyway. However even as she explained to him, a bit pushy with it in his opinion since she had already established that the Rebels were the good guys, what was going on and more about their society he couldnâ€™t help but notice that she was just far too serious.  It was only when she mentioned modifying his rifle that he perked up with a bit of a smile.<br/><br/>â€œWell, Iâ€™d like that a lot. Those mutants are such a pain in the ass to deal with since it seems to take a whole fucking clip just to take one out. I canâ€™t tell you how many times Iâ€™ve run out of ammo and had to retreat. Definitely not fun, Iâ€™ll tell you that.â€ He told her, excitement in his tone. It was his way of saying thank you and to further show his appreciation for all that these people have done for him. What kind of modifications would they be doing, what technology did they have? He has seen the guns that the Hell mutants used, would this technology be the same or different? Better yet would he be able to wield it? Maybe some of those thoughts were strange but he couldnâ€™t help but wonder, sitting there thinking about it like a child waiting for their first day of first grade.<br/><br/>Even more so when she mentioned showing him the city once he was all healed up. Part of him wanted to be a little stubborn but since his wounds were really that bad he knew it was best to restrain his small amount of excitement and willingness to learn and rest up a bit. The last thing he needed was to screw up somehow, somewhere and end up becoming a mutant, even if Yuri had told him that she would make sure he stayed human. It would be just his dumb luck if he did end up a mutant especially since he narrowly avoided it. That was one thing she was right about, he was glad that she had followed him otherwise he probably would have ended up as one of them by now. His mind went back to that battle for a moment and he thought about how it had been played out. Making a mental note to not make those reckless mistakes again, he sighed, wondering how he could have done things differentlyâ€¦ if only they listened to himâ€¦<br/><br/>It was relieving that he could consider these people allies and that he could rely on them.<br/><br/>Westonâ€™s thoughts were brought back to Yuri when she mentioned food. Now that he was putting a little more thought about it he was a little hungry since it has been at least a day since he has actually eaten anything that could be called a decent meal, â€œFood would be wonderful.â€ He said with a nod. Food, good food, was hard to come by and for the past year he has been living off of what he could find which had not been much, so a good cooked meal would really hit the spot right about now. He almost couldnâ€™t wait to eat knowing he was having something prepared for him.