Integra: You fought in the war, didn’t you? I’ve heard stories…
Dugan: Sure did. I remember fightin’ next to yer “Angel of Death” when he wasn’t but knee-high to a grasshopper. “The Yellow Kid,” they called me on the field.
Pip: Isn’t that kind of racist?
Dugan: Nah, it’s because of the shirt I wore.
Integra: He’s Irish.
You can’t expect the heroine to be perfectly realistic. This is a manga, after all.
Nice stationary, by the way. Are you actually in Asia, or just near a fancy paper factor?
P.S. Lunch sounds lovely. The usual place? Or shall I drop by (wherever you are)?