She snorted and swore lightly. "The Army? Not a chance. Lord Dimart already wants to reduce me to a small pile of ash, and I only have to deal with him twice a week now." She eyed him. "You know, Red is paid decently well, ever consider being a coroner?" Not something she'd ever want to do. She worked too **** hard to preserve life. She appreciated what Red did, but she couldn't do it.

....what..... sounded like the best place to be....? She had no clue what the ****s he was talking about, and she didn't feel like asking.

"Stripes of both kind," she said with a shrug. "He's the Sergeant. But you're civilian, right? You should be more or less safe. Ripping out your throat would cause paperwork. and his wives would be ****ed off at him."