... well, it's an army man, for sure, but it's also a very large metal army man. Possibly around ten times her height. But he's sitting, very proper-like, so that's reassuring, right? His giant swords are all respectably tucked away and everything. Totally safe.

"I'm sorry," He offers, bringing up both of his very large metal hands in a placating gesture, "Should I leave? I can leave."

Maybe today should have been a car day, poetry be damned.