He wants to say she was wrong, that she was just being an asshole, but he remembers what it was like, training soldiers. Preparing them for war. Nina has said enough about her life and this woman for him to make that assumption and he could be wrong, but he's got a feeling he's not.

Sometimes, with soldiers, you have to be fucking hard.

"None of that shit matters here," he says with a shrug. "Bein' memorable is a good fuckin' thing around these parts. At least, far as I'm concerned, it is. You can be as fuckin' foolish as you want. Not that I think any of that shit is foolish."