The idea of conscription not being gender-neutral is an odd one to Maine. He tilts his head slightly in curiosity, trying to figure out why it would be anything else. Trying to figure out why a country would turn away half of its potential soldiers based on something so irrelevant to war. He doesn't grill Brigitte about the politics of other countries, though. Instead, he nods, approving of Sweden's stance on the matter.

He wonders what her year of service was like. Did she enjoy it? Was she forced out, or did she choose to leave?

They're questions for another time. Brigitte's lips turn down as she remarks on the situation when he joined, and Maine knows it's time to move on.

(He likes Brigitte. Likes her far more than he expected. Feels more comfortable with her than he does anyone else in this place, save for Wash. But Maine's not willing to talk about his family.)

With a low affirmative grunt, Maine gives a brief nod. Then he jerks his chin towards an open area next to a wall, indicating that she should move over beside it.

Break's done. Back to work.