[Ben tries his best not to do a double take at the woman's style of clothing, as well as the fact that she's sat at the bar as a patron would be with a bottle in hand.
It's more difficult not to be the slightest bit incredulous at her comment, but in response he simply--and carefully--places his helmet on the countertop so it's in plain sight. He then lefts himself off the stool and gives her a bow of his head.]
A good day to you, madam. [He isn't sure if he ought to offer his name just yet, so he simply adds:]
This is the uniform of the 2nd Continental Light Dragoons. It is a pleasure.
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It's more difficult not to be the slightest bit incredulous at her comment, but in response he simply--and carefully--places his helmet on the countertop so it's in plain sight. He then lefts himself off the stool and gives her a bow of his head.]
A good day to you, madam. [He isn't sure if he ought to offer his name just yet, so he simply adds:]
This is the uniform of the 2nd Continental Light Dragoons. It is a pleasure.