There's a moment of pause, not just at the forward question, but at the last name. Not the correct one, but the fake one he'd picked here as a means to protect himself. There is some comfort in knowing that he's at least got that to keep close to his chest.

"Guess because I'm a soldier," he says with a shrug, an attempt to be casual. "And if I've survived this long, it must mean I'm not half bad at it."