He just about jumped as she kissed him, looking at her curiously, before dismissing it from his mind as she left, one hand brushing his cheek. He shook his head, and resumed packing, wanting to finish this and start looking about. Apparently a soldier wasn't quite the stigma it was back home. It wasn't an entirely a bad thing, it got him respect, but it was wary, like he was a vicious guard dog for the most part.<br/><br/>He finished packing things into the bags a few minutes later, and headed out to check out the furniture, and see about getting the carts closer. Some of the heavier stuff would need several men, and the frail, graceful, and traumatized women wouldn't likely be a good substitute, but he wanted to check anyway.