Margaret pauses for a moment, considering the stranger's question. If she left this place, what would she do? All of her cohorts at the 4077--did they know where she was? Would they have scattered to the winds in the seven or eight years that she was apparently missing? Or were they all still stuck in Korea, even after the war had ended? Would they want her back?
"I don't know," she admits, lowering her head slightly. "I--I think I would want to go back to the military. Maybe in an administrative position." A beat. She puffs her chest out slightly, trying to harden her expression. "Not that I can't handle myself at the front. I've seen all sorts of--of blood and violence and war wounds--I mean, they're horrible, but--"
She realizes she's coming off a bit strong and tries to see if she can find some other topic of conversation. Ah--she still hasn't introduced herself. Margaret extends a hand for a handshake.
"Sorry. My name is Margaret. Margaret Houlihan. And you're...?"
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"I don't know," she admits, lowering her head slightly. "I--I think I would want to go back to the military. Maybe in an administrative position." A beat. She puffs her chest out slightly, trying to harden her expression. "Not that I can't handle myself at the front. I've seen all sorts of--of blood and violence and war wounds--I mean, they're horrible, but--"
She realizes she's coming off a bit strong and tries to see if she can find some other topic of conversation. Ah--she still hasn't introduced herself. Margaret extends a hand for a handshake.
"Sorry. My name is Margaret. Margaret Houlihan. And you're...?"