"No no, you're fine. I came from a psuedo-military. Well, more like an independent army, but, if you don't know much about giant robots, the story might bore you." Or interest, who knows!

"A sword I can definitely help you with." he says as he walks back over to the crate his Chocobo was toting behind him. He takes a moment, looks back and Robin, then brings two back, a smaller rapier-style blade and then a heavier, wider longsword. "What's your style, missy?"

He's entirely too casual, so that's easily where the cursing comes from.