[ He notices her increased speed, and he can't help but admire her a little bit for that. Most educated women he knows will start complaining that he's going too fast, and even camp followers start clamouring on the pack mules or supply carts after a while. Sharpe keeps going at his pace, keeping an eye on Mia to make sure she's not already panting. ]
Yer sister, eh? How old is she?
[ He nods at the tablet. ]
You've called her yet?
[ He thinks that he's thankful to the Initiative, in a way. At least they haven't brought Lucille here. Or God forbid, Hakeswille. Or Jane. ]
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Yer sister, eh? How old is she?
[ He nods at the tablet. ]
You've called her yet?
[ He thinks that he's thankful to the Initiative, in a way. At least they haven't brought Lucille here. Or God forbid, Hakeswille. Or Jane. ]