She heard his words, but gave no indication that she had. She appreciated the sentiment, even if she could take little comfort form them. However, his last remark drew a tired, wry smile to her lip, and she finally glanced to her side at him. "If that's the case, then I fear I will live alone in my little apartment forever." She breathed deep and heaved a heavy sigh, and rested her hands on the balustrade at the edge of the porch. "There is a lot of history in that uniform...a lot of history... It was one I had hoped to never wear again." She sighed again, more softly this time, and looked out into the night at the torch fires still burning, calm and controlled compared to the earlier infernos. "I still hold to that hope..."
"I was a different person when I wore that uniform," she offered as an explanation, even though he had not asked. She said nothing more on it, but there were enough signs to show that it was not a person she was proud of.
Keen ears caught the crunch of boots on the road, and she looked up to find Doc returning at last. She opened her mouth to greet him, but let it die in her throat when she saw the look on his face. What he had to say, however, was not something she expected. Markie pinned him with a curious look, and glanced to Kreshna in case the demon might hold some greater information. In the end she simply nodded, and relaxed her stance with a sigh, made a bit more audible for effect. "Blasse won't be pleased, you know..."