Sarah managed a slight smile. “It’s nice to feel wanted. I suppose, as much as I wouldn’t appreciate ‘buying the farm,’ I’m more worried about screwing up. Not so much on the medical side of things—I’ve dealt with any number of severe injuries and illnesses for the better part of a decade. But there’s no knowing for certain how I’ll handle myself in combat until I get there.” She gave a self-deprecating laugh. “I suppose it must be a little annoying, hearing me blab about all this obvious stuff every soldier ever has probably gone through.<br/><br/>“But anyway, I’m curious what job you do for our little rag-tag band here,” she added.