Ugly?
She just called him ugly!
He was not.
However, with her armed and him currently not, he wasn't about to argue the point. So instead he just grit his teeth and squared his jaw, glaring silently at her--at least until she--this total and complete stranger--went and insulted his sex life. Miffed confusion soon blossomed into real anger with a soft snarl, he took a step toward her.
"Listen, you little cunt--" He stopped, his eyes lowering to the pistol, and he ground his teeth, counted to five, and took a deep, calming breath. Riiiight. Remember who has the gun here, Sorin. Calm down. It was hard, though. He wasn't used to being on this side of an encounter and he'd been perfectly nice and then she had gone and started firing off bullshit.
At least he got some answers, though.
"No shit, I know what it is," he snapped. "And that's why I wanna--hold up. Military issue?"
The click of the gun sent a chill down his spine that also chilled his anger, and he mentally cursed himself for not having his own pistol on him. It was tucked away amongst his supplies back at camp, currently useless for lack of ammunition. Without it, however, it might be difficult to prove that what he was about to say wasn't a lie, and he knew he was toeing a dangerous line by arguing while a loaded weapon was aimed at him.
He hadn't lowered his hands or taken another step toward her, though, but neither had he backed down. Here's hoping she didn't get fed up and shoot.
"Military issue? Then you are Connlaothian," he pressed, relaxing visibly even as his mind chastised, Don't get too cozy, Sorin. You don't know why she left. Still, he couldn't help but feel hopeful, and the thought that she might be Connlaothian and military subdued some of that earlier anger. Finally he was on familiar ground. Finally he encountered another Connlaothian in all this savage, tainted land. "I...kinda thought so--it's the accent, too. What rank are you? You can lower your weapon, by the way. I'm a fucking Dragoon, former Lefteanant dóú."
Or was, anyway, before he deserted. He decided to leave both that and the fact that he was a Mordecai out, just in case she was here because she was a mage-sympathizer or something.
"Dragoon Eyme."
He was taking a chance here, but whatever. Wouldn't be the first time, wouldn't be the last, and he figured that since she was giving him the option to leave she didn't really want to shoot him.