[ He hasn't forgotten he's still wearing his uniform, but Bodhi isn't thinking of it, first and foremost. Right now, he's trying to wrap his head around his situation, and being approached by someone who recognizes it ... isn't what he's expecting.
Not that he really knows what he's expecting.
Bodhi stares up at the taller red haired man as he approaches, opening his mouth to say something, mind blanking, just as it had when he tried to give the troopers on the beach on excuse for his presence there.
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Not that he really knows what he's expecting.
Bodhi stares up at the taller red haired man as he approaches, opening his mouth to say something, mind blanking, just as it had when he tried to give the troopers on the beach on excuse for his presence there.
Uh. ]
Who're you?