I meant "where is the ship", ma'am. [His accent's all wrong to be Dillon, or Dillon's twin brother, or some alternate universe of Dillon, but he's very polite, even if his voice sounds a little hollow. Or dead.
The dogs aren't really what's making him jumpy - he likes dogs, might even be sort of irrationally comforted by seeing them here - and the offer of a bath gets something almost like hope or disbelief in his eyes, but for now, the offer of medical attention goes ignored. He could be worse. He can deal with it.]
Private Eugene Sledge, ma'am, I'm a warden. Pleased to meet you.
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The dogs aren't really what's making him jumpy - he likes dogs, might even be sort of irrationally comforted by seeing them here - and the offer of a bath gets something almost like hope or disbelief in his eyes, but for now, the offer of medical attention goes ignored. He could be worse. He can deal with it.]
Private Eugene Sledge, ma'am, I'm a warden. Pleased to meet you.