[ D'Artagnan's smile is tight. He's glad she's planning to tell him the stories later. Right now, he's in no frame of mind to listen; he just needs to keep moving.

She seems capable, though, and underneath his frustration and impatience, he recognises that. She seems capable and ready to fight, and she's experienced and that's a hell of a lot better than someone who's not. ]

I'm d'Artagnan, of the King's Musketeers. Or I was, before I was here. That seems like a long time ago now.

[ Too long, if he's honest. His jaw sets again. ]

I'm glad you're here, Sheva. We needed backup, there's no way around that.