[He turns quickly, like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't -- which is more or less true, anyway. He clasps his hands behind his back, as if to indicate that he hasn't been touching anything at all.]
Yes?
[He... knows this man, although he's not sure how. Something about him is familiar, even though he doesn't recognize his face or the uniform. Still, he was raised to respect the service, so he raises his chin slightly and adds:] Sir?
Spam
Yes?
[He... knows this man, although he's not sure how. Something about him is familiar, even though he doesn't recognize his face or the uniform. Still, he was raised to respect the service, so he raises his chin slightly and adds:] Sir?