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[A frown? Tanya stifles a flinch. They must dislike the military even more than she thought, if their disdain extends even to a child soldier who could not reasonably be held responsible. This mistaken assumption taken immediately as fact, she takes the next conclusion that it's ultimately quite admirable that they are able to put their disdain aside and help her out anyways. She'll need to make new connections anyways, and it's not everyday you meet someone able to set aside their own (entirely imagined by her) biases like this.

She reaches for the hand proffered to her. Her own is rough, callused. The hand of a frontliner.]

Tanya. I wish we met under better circumstances, rather than in the middle of some... interdimensional kidnapping. [If she had a nickel for every time that happened to her...]