"Right," Sniper said noncommittally, his eyes trailing to his arm as she grabbed it and gave it a tug. There was something she'd said that had caught his attention -- the thing about bacon -- but he couldn't quite put his finger on why. It took another second of his mind firing with half its cylinders (the others were still lamenting his lack of a hat) before he placed it.

"You er. Like bacon too, huh?" he started, letting her lead the way.