' i think that is the word , jo . . . die infanterie ( yeah . . . the infantry ) ? foot soldier . '
he gave a shrug , ultimately unconcerned if the explanation helped or not , and stepped forward to grasp her offered hand , grip firm but not uncomfortably so .
brown eyes stared back at her , its crooked grin hidden beneath the austrian's scrim net mask .
' sergeant krueger of chimera . let us hope we do not meet often then , sergeant , but it will be an honour . '