[He's a little glad she decides to sheathe her sword - he's unarmed except for a combat knife strapped to his thigh, and while she's obviously not a hostile, you never know who's just itching to pick a fight when tensions are running high before the draft.]

You and me both. Best you can do is keep working, and get to know the people who are gonna watch your back, I suppose. [He nods at her question.]

Sargent James Barnes, at your service. [He gives her a proper salute, but it's at odds with his posture and the easy grin on his face.] You're pretty impressive with that. You don't see a lot of people using swords anymore, where I'm from.