[Ugh. That "thought so." Despite himself, Adam's jaw hardens, mouth starting to twist into a scowl – he kind of regrets agreeing at all now.
Thankfully, he manages to squash most of his annoyance down but – not trusting himself to not reply badly – he has to settle for a grunt of vague assent.
At length, he finally asks:] Got a name, soldier?
[There may be a hint of irony, a little bit of emphasis on the way he says "soldier," but it could just be one's imagination.]
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Thankfully, he manages to squash most of his annoyance down but – not trusting himself to not reply badly – he has to settle for a grunt of vague assent.
At length, he finally asks:] Got a name, soldier?
[There may be a hint of irony, a little bit of emphasis on the way he says "soldier," but it could just be one's imagination.]