The boy sighed, hanging his head. Realizing, not only how crazy he sounded, but also how crazy it was that he had said anything about what he was and what he did. At this point he began wondering how he was going to get himself out of this situation, and explain his attire. "I'm just a very eccentric individual." Was the conclusion he came to as he spoke it aloud to the girl, Riley as she had told him her name was. The boy shrugged and pulled the assault rig over his shoulders, dropping it to the floor beside him and lowering the zip of his jacket, just a little. Realizing he couldn't give Riley his designated number as a name, he had to think of something on the spot. He'd never had a name other than his number.

"Yeah, you're right. I just really, more than anything want to join the military so... As crazy as it seems..." He paused and looked down at himself and the bag he'd been burying. "Well, yeah you can kinda see what I mean." He held out his hand to the girl, "Alex." The name of one of his instructors, one of the few names he knew of, "Nice to meet you."

With no place to go and no idea of the world from the perspective of anybody else his age, other than those who had been with him, in training. "Alex" as he had dubbed himself was having a hard time imagining just what was going to happen.