"I can't promise to always be available," Tatehan said slowly. "I have... things I'm dealing with out in the wastelands. Important things."
He had to sound like he was busy. Which he was.
The commander's eyes narrowed slightly. "You live in the wastelands?"
"For now, yes," Tatehan said, deliberately vague.
The commander looked confused, living in the wastelands was essentially a death sentence for most people, but she didn't push further.
"I understand," she said. "I'm not asking for a permanent commitment. Just... when we truly need you. When the situation is desperate. Can I call on you then?"
Tatehan pretended to think about it for a long time, when in reality he had already made up his mind before the question. Perhaps for dramatic effect, or something similar. To look cool, maybe.
Eventually, he nodded.
"Yes. If you truly need me, and I'm able to help, I will."
