[He does recognize it the distinct military trained movements, as he patrols from above. As a former Marine, it's all too clear he's looking at a clear soldier. As a current Green Lantern, far be it for him to carry on like this. While she's picking up her journal, he lands behind her, making no sound until he feet start to sink into the snow.]
Those things have a nasty habit of following us around.
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Those things have a nasty habit of following us around.