He's a little surprised to hear that, but it makes sense. A place that's at least a little embattled, makes sense that they'd need soldiers. And it cements in his mind that he's here for his skills.

"So we're here to be the peacekeepers," he muses, looking around the street. The little gang hasn't bothered to come back and it's been long enough that he doesn't think they will. Just kids with their blood up then, and nothing more serious.

"Or the army." Or those skills that they both might apparently possess.