"War effort?" His brain sluggishly reminds him about the war that's apparently going on in this place, the Peepers or the Reapers or whatever. He squints at her.

"Do I gotta worry about bein' drafted or anything like that?" He asks, words slurring together a little, before he remembers they're talking about her.

"'M an only kid. More attention for me though, right?" He laughs to himself. "Sounds like a good family, though"