He got a slight... pleasure, he might have said, from the way she shifted. Not because he was making her uncomfortable - which he wasn't sure if he was - but because it seemed a slight double standard. She could eye him all she wanted, but... Whatever it was, it made him smile. As well as he could, though. Sincere smiles still looked a little funny on his face.

His eyebrows lifted when he heard her and after a moment, he gave something of a curt nod. In hindsight, if she'd asked him the same question, he would have said the same thing. He wasn't exactly sure what kept him at the academy other than trying to remember everything that had happened before. And when he did remember everything, would he just go back to Alaska? He wasn't positive, but it certainly seemed like a possibility.

He sat back again, resting on the palm of his hands as he listened. "It's not silly to want to be remembered." It was a fairly direct form of reassurance. Had he wanted to be remembered? Maybe a little at first. Perhaps things were... 'fun.' Maybe. Before he knew what he was getting into. People remembered Solid Snake with certainty. Meryl had even called him a hero. It was a lot of expectation to live up to.

"Can't say for sure, but I wouldn't be quick to forget you. And this is - what? - the third or fourth time we've talked."