[That wipes the briefly unimpressed expression right off the Soldier's face, turning it into something surprised, and then vaguely embarrassed. They look away, gaze sliding sideways. Being thanked for doing what feels like their job is still kind of new and unfamiliar. Not bad, thought.]

You're welcome. It's what I'm good at. I ought to be available to do it when I can.

[And, you know, Daylight is a good kid, seems like. Too trusting, but that's not something they really want to see changed. Just keep him safe, and maybe he might get to keep some of that optimism.]