[ Misato drinks in the compliments eagerly, but knows not to make a show of it or even call attention to it. His words are etched for permanence and stowed away, should she ever need fodder for her morale, should she ever waver in her convictions. What may seem to come so naturally from the outside is in fact a well-honed and diligently applied craft. Her confidence is earned. ]

Prince doesn't like it when I call this a war.

[ She assumes Gildor knows who she means. The guardians are always there to greet the new ones. It's clear from the reverent way she speaks that the reprimand was received and taken to heart, even if not without questioning. That she grapples with it means she respects it enough to consider it, where lesser counsel would be summarily dismissed. ]

He said this is about stealth and ingenuity. Actually, you might be able to teach me a thing or two about that instead.