"Yessir, that'd be me," Lizzy agreed cheerfully, glad that the stoic, quiet man had actually responded to her and in a way that invited further talk. Soldiers were like anyone else; it was hit or miss when you were looking for someone friendly. "Nice to meet you, Montana. I don't suppose you're the tracker of this batch of recruits?"

The elevator came to a stop on the floor with the mess and Lizzy followed her fellow freelancers off, holding the door open as she turned back to Montana and tilted her head invitingly. "We're about to grab some food. Would you like to join us?"

((Apologies on the lack of length; I want to move us along, rather than hanging out in the elevator. ;) ))