[It's always surprising to hear people invoke love so casually, especially with a relative stranger. She knows he's not serious; that isn't even a consideration. What does come to mind is that even though she doesn't know when she'll see her husband again, she knows the word "love" won't pass her lips until she's said it to him.

And then "amazing" lands like a ton of bricks. That's what has her hesitating to reply, a flicker of embarrassment on her face.]

Ah... thank you. [For the compliment to her ideals, anyway; she can't claim to be an honorable person. Not anymore. She pulls herself together, keeps that smile on her face. It's better to keep talking:] Well. If you ever decide you don't want to patrol a border, keep it in mind. There's other ways to serve people.