Couple of tours in the Air Force might mean you're right. But we've got plenty of fighters around here - usually - and not enough people who're qualified to do what I do in civilian life.

[ And then you can almost hear the sudden scratch of a record player coming to a stop. There might not be much light in the tunnels, but from what he can see of her, she sure looks like the handful of black and white pictures he's seen.

(Awkward, because trying to remember that brings up the memory of her funeral, and it's pretty obvious that she's still a good six decades away from that.)

But Sam regains his verbal footing soon enough. ]

Steve said you were pretty, but he didn't say you were that good at fighting, too. Just Sam, please.