[The owner of the arm jerks, reflexively pulling away. The words that follow stem any further action Walter might have taken, as it's clear enough by them that whoever this bloke is, his intention isn't to scramble on top of him to save himself from drowning.]
I'm not one of yours, soldier.
[His voice is young; that of an English boy. Walter is only fifteen, and the onset of adolescence has yet to have a marked impact.
And this guy... even from the shoulders up, this chap isn't even wearing a uniform he recognizes. Is he a partisan?]
You were separated from your unit? Who are you with?
Soaking
I'm not one of yours, soldier.
[His voice is young; that of an English boy. Walter is only fifteen, and the onset of adolescence has yet to have a marked impact.
And this guy... even from the shoulders up, this chap isn't even wearing a uniform he recognizes. Is he a partisan?]
You were separated from your unit? Who are you with?