He slid the money back to her and waved, "you keep it, Said I pay for it and trust me..." he lifts up his left eye patch to reveal scarred skin that covered what used to be his eye "... I know what its like fight and give for this cause" he said in his still rigid voice. Though at a second hear over of it she could hear a tiny hint  of melancholy and sadness in the tone. "So what profession was a impressive little thing like you? Frontline tactics? demolition? special ops?" he asked while still cleaning the many piled glasses.