If he took notice of how she eyed him, he ignored it. Well, at least he tried to. If he was going to be honest, it'd mean admitting that not many people did that. Usually, he was the one doing the eying. Or someone who knew him. Like Ocelot. That man seemed to like giving him the third degree and that was to be expected. Sort of. More on Snake's part because of the extended history.

But then Snake did look like his father. And if there was one thing Big Boss and Ocelot had, it was a past.

Finally turning his sights back onto her, he thought about what she said. Recreating, hm? Was it the action that made the difference or the location? The memories tied to said region? Did he even really put that much faith into memories? He wanted to say he didn't, but the truth of the matter was that every night when he put himself down to sleep, he always thought about the history of things. And sometimes there were nightmares.

He didn't move, even when she did and finally nodded. "Yeah. You could say that." Finishing his cig, he stubbed it out and made the effort to not flick it elsewhere. And he didn't fish for another one either. "In a service like that, you come out more worldly. Hardened, but worldly. You get a better understanding for people, cultures, society. Things like that."

Then he peered sidelong to her, "You not get out often?"