I actually started out telling them I wasn't anything in particular. Occasional fisherman, dock worker, sailor for hire on merchant ships. I wasn't sure what sort of people they were, you know. Wouldn't want to be the sole Marine in a sea of pirates, I like my head staying attached to my body.

[He laughs a little. In retrospect, it really is kind of funny. They're all so good and welcoming and accepting, as a whole - but how was he to know that, when he's lived a life where hiding his personal details has always been a survival strategy?]

Anyway, it turns out a lot of them have military backgrounds, or don't mind that I do, so to them I'm a Marine. Sam knows I've worked against the black market trade in drugs and slaves, though I didn't give him details. The Doctor, the older-looking one, he's worked out that I know a few things about working undercover. To the rest, I'm just your average soldier at sea with a gun.

[It's a safe enough story to have settled on. Safer than actually stating he's trained in espionage, that he has worked for years as a spy, and definitely safer than telling any of them that if he had lived, he would be none of that, and instead a thief and a traitor to his government.]