[Her back straightened some and her hand nearly shot to a salute. But she was able to stop herself in time, and offer her hand out to shake his instead. Old habits die hard.]
Hawkeye, sir. First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye.
[Riza offers the old man a gentle smile. Somehow, he reminded her of the General from Eastern Headquarters.
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Hawkeye, sir. First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye.
[Riza offers the old man a gentle smile. Somehow, he reminded her of the General from Eastern Headquarters.
'Must be the hair.', she thought.]