Oh, so. It was personal. She wouldn't ask, then, what she was thinking of - the what ifs. What if his uniform meant something different to someone of a different world? A parallel world? What if it identified him as the opposite of what it was that he was, like with evil!Riker? What if wearing an army uniform just caused problems for him here?

Her left hand momentarily traced a brown whirl on the tattoo on her right hand.

He wouldn't mind. It was personal.

"I've never heard of a green jacket for a British uniform. I always thought they wore red." She bit her lip for a moment before remembering a name, "I think the revolutionaries called them 'lobsterbacks.'"

She considers, a moment later, that sharing this nickname may have been impertinent. Oh well.