Alak was already mentally kicking himself for engaging in any form of conversation. Oh yes, she was eager to talk, this one, and quick to make assumptions too. "Whaddya mean I don't look like a soldier?" He growled at her, eyes pulling in to glare. "You wouldn't know a soldier if he kicked you in the face."
He huffed, and walked ahead a bit in stony silence. No, he wasn't going to answer her. Wasn't going talk to this little wisp of a thing, who seemed bent on emasculating him, simply on the fact that he didn't look like a soldier. So what? Soldier's 'sposed to be young and handsome, is that it? Well, I'll you something here, Missy, I ain't one of the best trackers around without any military skills. You might be faster than me, and stronger too, but I'm damn sure I have a whole lot more sense than you do when it comes to meeting new people.
Gruffly he barked back at her, "Hurry up, girl. You're slowing me down. You need to walk more, and talk less."