An expression of utter confusion spread across the young NCR soldier's face as the woman in front of him began to laugh, he genuinely couldn't understand what was causing it. "Err, you doin' alrigh' there ma'am?" He'd ask above her laughter fit. Was she laughing at him? No, it couldn't be, he hadn't done anything absolutely stupid in the last few seconds, had he? Maybe she was laughing at the mutant, though what kind of barking madman, or madwoman, would you have to be to laugh at a damned giant mutant? He continued to stare at her with a puzzled expression on his face until she finally stopped laughing.

As the fit slowed to a stop, she said "No need to call me ma'am.. Makes me feel older then I really am.” The puzzled expression on his face didn't change from before. He'd been taught that it was always polite to call a woman, regardless of rank, ma'am, and a man sir. He was a soldier after all, and he served the civilians of the land that couldn't defend themselves. Was she laughing at his formalities? He thought for a moment, thinking of other titles that he could call her by. Would madame work, or maybe just miss? He settled on the latter, maybe she wouldn't laugh at that.

As the woman took a small step closer, Sabin shifted uneasily, though he stayed in position. "All in a day's work. And of course Ma'a-... I mean miss, I won't let tha' blood suckin' Mr. House touch none of ya, I swear on my soldierhood." Sabin would say, saluting once again.