Snake had long traveled via vents and casual walk, looking for very little in particular, but stopping each time something caught his interest. Well. He went anywhere that allowed him a smoke, because there was at least one very loud talking animal who wouldn't let it go that smoking was a horrible habit to get into. And the 'soldier' had known it. He simply... didn't really care. They had their uses. No point in putting the idea down without even trying it once. But people (and animals, evidently) could be so judgmental.

It was seeing Rick that took his thoughts and put them aside in favour of suspicion. Homeless, Snake had figured. Although in a town like FDC, it was hard to imagine someone hadn't bothered to dress him a little better. Not saying he was the epitome of all that was fashionable, but his sneaking suit sure looked better than the outfit Rick had managed to put together. He was sure he'd seen him before too. Briefly, perhaps. Snake didn't forget faces or voices, whether he personally associated with them or not.

He just couldn't put a name to the face.

"Hey," he addressed Rick somewhat gruffly, though his regular tone easily could have been interpreted as 'coarse' to put it lightly. "Dress like that and you're asking for a mugging." Even though they were still on academy campus, it hardly seemed impossible that the 'bullies' of the school would tackle the former core to the ground and beat him up. For. You know. Being a bum.