[John accepts the silent invitation, settling into the seat of the open swing beside her. He keeps his feet planted and his hands in his lap—ready to spring to his feet at a moment’s notice, but otherwise reasonably relaxed.]

I was pinned down once near the Chinese border in ’Nam with a couple of British soldiers.

[His voice is deep but soft—very quiet for a man that looks and behaves like the kind of soldier John Rambo is.]

One was from Liverpool, the other guy sounded like you. London…dunno if he was from the same…

[He tilts his head and squints at her a little, curious and questioning in its uncertainty, paired with a little smile.]

…estate?…