All right, that's not so bad. He nods along with the description, and he can see where Gregor might have gotten thrown off the military track, because he's right. Rosinante likes having structure, likes having a group to be a part of, but only loosely. Blending in, while maintaining his independence.

"Lots of solo missions," he says as if that's enough of an explanation, then shrugs. "That, and I don't exactly have a uniform or a commanding officer or any of that here. Anyway," he says, waving a hand as he circles back, "the fish were mostly incidental. But I've also done a lot of fishing, and sometimes you reel up something that wants to bring the fight to you."