[ He chuckles slightly, reaching out and dropping his arm over Mia's shoulders, pulling her slightly closer so she can lean against him then against the roof. He probably shouldn't, given that she's told him he's smelled bad at all, but it's an instinct for Sharpe, now, to do that. ]

I've got an enemy ta shoot at and a war ta fight. [ Wryly. ] 'Cept fer the dripping flesh, it's just like 'ome. I'm alright, ma'am.

[ He pauses, looking at her for a long moment. ]

You can sleep here, if you like. I'd be keeping a watch out, so it'd be safe.