America supposed he was right, she definitely wasn't a soldier, but there was something to that - to do what she did, to be able to continue to do it over and over again. "Yeah that's really what it comes down to." She agreed, her abilities sort of lead her down this path, the strength, the flight, the imperviousness of herself, but at the end of the day she didn't really want to fight just to fight, she wanted to do it to help people - to save people. The way her mothers had done.
It was all she'd ever really wanted to do - to be like her moms, to save the world the way they had. To live up to the example they'd laid out when they sacrificed themselves to save the Utopian Parallel. America had a feeling she had a long way to go before she managed to get to that point, but she was trying.
"Well thanks for coming to check things out." She told him honestly, she probably could have handled herself on her own, but she certainly wasn't opposed to a little bit of help, especially when she was so outnumbered.
"So I guess, flying isn't normal where you're from?" She guessed with a small smile. It was interesting, sure it wasn't exactly normal on Earth where she spent most of her time, but it was normal enough where she was actually from, she'd never stopped to give it much though except around people who made it pretty obvious that they weren't used to it.