[Miriam shrugged, not denying it. Personal assistant sounded better. More grownup. She skipped over to the - car? - thing, and peered over the soldier man's shoulder, trying to see what he was doing. Checking for fuel, probably. She was careful not to touch him, though. Just in case. Twitchy fingers and what not.] Mostly it's walking, not running.

[And she had Barnaby for the tricky moments, if someone felt like chasing her. Usually they didn't, but things were changing. The Sons were coming more and more often, talking about establishing themselves. Upsetting the natural order of things.

Miriam tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.] Bet you ran errands one time, soldier man. Or maybe you moved up in the world. That's cool.

[He was older than a lot of the mercenary she ran into, therefore he was good. Probably worth knowing. Especially if he ever needed a personal assistant.]

I'm on the up and up too, see. I'm gonna be a pilot when I'm bigger.