Robin's eyes screwed up a little at the casual swearing. Such things weren't done in Ylisse! But, when in a strange land, one should honor the customs, she supposed. Or, at least, not correct them.

"I don't know," she said. "It seems like a set of rules that describes a situation that exists. Most soldiers have a clearly defined role. They're cavalry or heavy infantry or skirmishers..." She frowned, before she shook her head. "I can see the utility. Combining the right sets of Jobs will be necessary, though, to achieve victory--make certain people are supporting themselves. But... oh, I'm rambling."

She sighed, then she put her hands on the railing, and considered. "I used a sword back home," she said. "I suppose I should start there."