"Uh." Jacob stands up, and looks down at Snowy with the eyes of a man beginning to regret learning just what it is dogs are thinking. "Thanks. I think."

Tintin's blessedly odour-unrelated questions come as a relief, and Jacob turns his attention back to the boy. "Sure, I don't mind. Not sure what to tell you, though. Unless the names 'Cerberus' or 'Systems Alliance' mean anything to you, most of my service might not make much sense. I didn't serve a country, the way soldiers do here."

Jacob finds it hard to relate to the 'Cold War' business that this world's military seems focused on- in his time, a war between Earth's peoples has become all but unthinkable.