He nodded idly, before suppressing a grin at her last question. It was not a question of DID he make a smarmy comment, but rather WHICH smarmy comment did he make. After a moment, he shook his head, obviously amused, but didn't make the flippant reply on the edge of his tongue. "The person who just saved you from two bandits. Sergeant Caiaphas Murphy Kilgore. Spare me the snickering at the name please, I know about their history."<br/><br/>The last was said like a man who had heard all the bad name jokes, each a thousand times, and honestly wasn't expecting his request to be honored. That said, he turned back the way she had indicated, and started marching, idly whistling to himself, the prospect of anguish he could actually do something about in a typically violent fashion putting him in a better mode for some reason. The world might be about six hundred years before his time, but he was still a United States Sergeant, and could put the fear of God in the bandits with just one hand. And he was gonna use two.