( he shakes his head some, an' fusses himself about lightin' up a cigarette. ain't no one here told him yet it ain't right an' proper to be smokin' indoors. )
Few weeks. Enough to go on an' get my boots wet.
( you learn enough about adaptation, it becomes second nature. this ain't casablanca, or tunisia, or gela. it sure as hell ain't france. but folks are the same everywhere an' in every time.
he carries a handkerchief. old thing, frayed at the edges an' bloody on one corner, though the speckles of the stain've gone on an' faded now to brown. it looks clean an' starched, at least, an' gene tugs it out of one pocket, drapes it over his hand an' then holds it out for a shake. )
Name's Eugene, ma'am. Eugene Hicks.
( handy way to avoid that empathy bond, he's found. near as anythin' ever works here, anyhow. )
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Few weeks. Enough to go on an' get my boots wet.
( you learn enough about adaptation, it becomes second nature. this ain't casablanca, or tunisia, or gela. it sure as hell ain't france. but folks are the same everywhere an' in every time.
he carries a handkerchief. old thing, frayed at the edges an' bloody on one corner, though the speckles of the stain've gone on an' faded now to brown. it looks clean an' starched, at least, an' gene tugs it out of one pocket, drapes it over his hand an' then holds it out for a shake. )
Name's Eugene, ma'am. Eugene Hicks.
( handy way to avoid that empathy bond, he's found. near as anythin' ever works here, anyhow. )