Pat nodded slowly. There was going to be a lot of competition for this girl. He wondered idly whether he might have better luck, with... No. not the way the Sarge was actually kissing her... Those two clearly had a history.<br/><br/>"De goddam Frogs? Heh, dey have dere own  regiments, ye know? Bastards. Pah!" He pretended to spit, good-naturedly, then dropped the worst of the bog-paddy stuff again<br/><br/>"Point man, huh. Beats me. I'm the techie. She keeps us working, I keep our tech working, and keep us in touch with HQ!" He grinned, and pointed to the patch on his shoulder that marked him out as a comms specialist. "In theory anyway." He added. "Seriously, I have no idea what I'm doing here. I was<em>told</em>by the jerk in the recruitment office in Sydney that I would be fixing tech and working on R & D, not getting shot at...! Lying tool!"<br/><br/>He looked at Sarah. "So, Uh, Miss Tanaka", he read the name off her fatigues, "I'm guessing Mr Church here wants ye te choose him over me. Now, I'm sayin', why choose? Sure, an there's not many gals in the outfit, so I t'ink it'd be unfair of ye te stick wi' just the one. D'ye not agree?"