But could he do that? Tobias wondered to himself. Right now he was playing escort to a young woman who was dressed for the next Ice age. He skipped out on a bit of work and nearly got fired because of letting her ride along. Ok, maybe not fired, but he could have gotten in trouble, so he was not really overreacting.<br/><br/>Hands stuffed into his pockets, he started off toward the direction of the main gate. Making sure to have her walk directly beside him away from any cameras and people who would likely ask him questions he did not wish to answer. Once they were free, Tobias relaxed somewhat, but the awkward silence between them was enough to make him wished it was not there. So, against his better judgement, “So…um…do you have a name or should I just call you scarf girl?” A joke. A bad joke. Tobias needed to do himself a favor and not make anymore. Though the chance of that happening was slim to none, as he was not one to take his own advice. Coupled with the inexplicable way that he constantly put his foot in his mouth whenever he got nervous these days. A coping mechanism, his therapist told him, one that he regretted the most from his time in the service.<br/><br/>Had Tobias known that he would have gone from the smooth talking confident man, to this stuttering, stammering, bad joke telling fool; he would not have enlisted. It would not have been worth this life that he now led. Where he was just stumbling from one awkward social moment to the next.