Sniper's immediate inclination was to move away as she held onto his arm -- it wasn't that he was opposed to it, so much as he just wasn't used to having a woman hang onto him like that. If he was perfectly honest, he wasn't used to getting much attention as it was -- he was considered abnormal in Australia, and ever since he'd arrived in the States, he'd focused on his career. His job required him to remain out of sight, away from the attention focused on the battlefield, and he preferred it that way.

Not that this was bad, of course. He tried his best to not look as out of his element as he was as he headed for the restaurant with her. "Good. Great. Aces, even. I don't got much to, er. I mean, I've got plenty, so you can get what ya like. Don't go on dates much."

Or ever. Ever was closer to the truth. He held the door open for her, trying to be a gentleman.