<hr/><strong>Gamoran and Hyperion: <em>Real American</em> Heroes</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Mark smiled while Gamoran tried it out, and smiled just a little wider at the expressions of enjoyment the greenskin gave off. There were probably ample signs that made Mark seem different to someone of Gamoran's superior training and combat sensibilities: Mark's posture lacked the subconscious fear and unawareness that human beings possessed. He was aware of his surroundings in a way that training could not duplicate, and unafraid of physical harm that came from surviving devices of such destructive magnitude that their power could only be measured in kilo- or megadeaths. All of it was fairly subtle in a way that came from learning to hide such natural gifts from those who did not have them in order to blend in. But Mark gave no indication that he regarded Gamoran's reaction as otherworldly, or even very much out of place.<br/><br/><strong>"You are welcome."</strong>Mark said to Gamoran before the greenskin left to fetch a frozen yoghurt of his own. He wiped off the spoon with a napkin, and began to eat in small bites.<br/><br/>When Gamoran returned, Mark was standing in the same spot. He returned the offered nod and smiled a little.<strong>"Thank you, Gamoran. I was raised to be, and it is unfortunate that more of my generation of Americans missed out on those lessons."</strong>Mark answered.<strong>"My name is Mark. Hopefully I will not be the high point of friendliness in your time here."</strong>The young man assumed that Gamoran was from abroad, given the name and unfamiliarity with frozen yoghurt. Not that the latter was a peculiarly odd trait for someone from the west. Mark might have asked where Gamoran came from, but it was presumptive to take it for granted that Gamoran was from a different country, and probably rude. And there was no having that.<br/><br/>So instead, he ventured:<strong>"What do you think of the school uniforms? The male uniform seems fine, but the female uniform seems somewhat immodest, if you ask me."</strong>Then again, Mark thought anything higher than the ankle was immodest at least to some degree.