[ It's so -- so everything, that but a breath of it at home and Devi would have pulled a blade just on principal for daring to speak such. If not give her an askance look of abject horror for allowing him to finish that sentence, let alone begin it.

Chauvinistic - but better than half of what she thinks she's heard behind her back in this camp - and nothing at all to what she's had to stomach on behalf of pamphleteers and Victoria's propagandist writers.

So he gets - a glance back like that, bone dry tone that is this side of amused but so barely. Not cruelly, just that he would even dare to a woman he has met in the thick of war. ] Am I? Why do you suppose such?

[ Eyebrows up briefly before she returns to her present company, sniffing around in her pockets for more. ] Are you sure you're not just marvelling at your luck of finding unaccompanied women in a war camp?