Husk wasn't one to mince words.  So he said nothing.  Maria was gone before he could say what he was thinking anyways.  But when the job was over, the job was over.  There wasn't going to be any talking.  Husk was an unsympathetic gun for hire, Maria was an over-sexed rock star.  How the hell were they anything alike?  The soldier grunted, and sat down wearily, letting his cigarra burn on the edge of his lips as he stopped paying attention, and returned to his solitude amidst the mixed company.