"Sarge," he repeats, then nods. Yeah, one of the ones Soldat mentioned, one he's heard tiny glimpses of here and there.

Does he introduce himself? Is that ridiculous? It's still Soldat, really, right? Just an aspect of them that has some sort of life of their own? Well, since Sarge seems aware that Soldat has explained before, then Sarge probably knows who he is, too. For neither the first nor probably the last time, Rosinante finds himself wishing they had a doctor here who knew more about the workings of the mind, rather than just a book on PTSD.

"Nice to meet you," he settles on, and gathers up the cookies in his left hand so he can offer a shake with his right. This still feels sort of ridiculous but he's so far out of his element that he just doesn't know how else to react. "I'm Rosinante, but it sounds like you already know that."