A figure stepped out of the shadows as they reached the next floor. It was a young woman, in old-fashioned leather-and-mail armor, with a breastplate. She had long, very fair hair; for the first time in weeks, Polly felt a twinge of envy. “Thank you, Captain, I’ll take over from here,” she said and nodded to Polly. “Good evening, Corporal Perks…if you would follow me, please?” “She’s a woman! And a sergeant!” Maladict whispered as Angua led them down a wide corridor. “Yes, I know,” said Polly. “But she gave an order to that captain!” “Maybe she’s a political…” “And she’s obviously female!” “I’m not blind, Mal,” said Polly. “I’m not deaf, either,” said the woman, turning and smiling. “My name is Angua. If you will wait here, I’ll have some coffee sent in. There’s a bit of an argument going on in there at the moment.” (Monstrous Regiment, Terry Pratchett)
mal being less worldly/savvy than polly in this scene & getting totally awestruck by angua is so charming lmao
i think up to this point it's easy to forget that despite being a vampire, and being super duper cool most of the time caffeine withdrawal notwithstanding, mal is apparently still just as borogravian as the rest of the in 'n outs & doesn't actually know everything about everything. all that "your uncle maladict", "deshabille", sock-lessons stuff starts making mal seem so sophisticated and unflappable, then...
ha ha ha. unflappable lol🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇













