He's correct, and in some ways very specifically correct; not everyone who passes through her spare room is so altruistic, but Benevenuta certainly has some preferences about who and what she supports, when she takes the time to do so. It is what she is-- even now, she still finds a space inside herself for idealism, however pragmatic in its application.

There is indeed recognition of a mindset here, on both sides. (He is so young, she thinks, but it's an abstract thought and more admiring than despairing; mortals only have so much time to do the things that matter to them. She can value the choices they make, and hope that they do, too.)

“I'm not uninterested,” she says, after a measured pause, resting her hand flat on the kitchen island between them, considering. “What are you putting together?” In slightly more detail than 'fuck the Militia', she means, as pleasantly visceral as that is.