Her perception of soldiers, outside the ones she's met here in camp, is rosy and distant. You support the troops, you know a few people who used to be Marines, a dozen boys in your grade who make plans for after graduation. (And they all die before they have a chance to drive over to the recruitment office anyway. Everybody at home is a soldier now, and no one is.)

So she smiles--approving, naive--at his answer. "So you're at home here. Sort of."

If he visits other planets regularly, she's betting the focus on swords and arrows seems pretty backwards to him. But something of the idea, at the heart of it, is still there.