Andrew's brow narrowed a little as he heard James talk. While a lot of what he was saying seemed to be based on a twisted logic that didn't really make any lick of sense, his point about the sword did seem to have a grain of logic and truth to it; While an Imperial infiltrator that was trying to get in with an Imp weapon was either to stupidly patriotically arrogant to live or scarily competent due to noticing how rag tag the Militia's weapon lay out was, your average infiltrator that didn't have a death wish would have been wielding a Gallian weapon in order to avoid awkward questions. The use of such a strange sword either meant the girl was legit or so terrifyingly good at her job that he could only hope that the Empire wouldn't waste her talents infiltrating the Militia. 

Maybe he was just being paranoid... or maybe he just wasn't paranoid enough. Hard to tell the difference these days.

Offering the Sergeant a silent salute, PFC Macdonald made sure his lancer was loaded once more before moving to sit next to the APC door, able to see out just fine but not expose himself to sniper fire or anything of the sort.