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Not exactly the legacy that most people would go for.

[ Not that Snake is one to judge, since his legacy is something much bloodier and uglier than being the person who gives out free alcohol to all. But they don't need to get into that. Snake would rather keep the focus on Stark. ]

So, what's your background, that you think you're the one who's gonna solve all this?

[ With that kind of claim, Snake assumes the guy has some experience to back it up. ]

[ Tony leans back in his chair, giving Snake an amused look. Forward question, but a fair one, probably. He has to keep reminding himself that nobody around here knows him by name alone. He's going to face skepticism until proven otherwise. ]

Not that I don't love talking about myself - but do you usually ask people in the bar for their life's story, or am I special?

[ Snake snorts at that and shakes his head, taking another, longer sip from his drink. It's about halfway drained now. ]

No, not special.

[ He's never been known for his tactfulness. ]

I'm used to gathering intel on people. If you're on the Moira, that means we're technically on the same side now. If we end up having to work together it helps to know at least a little about where you come from.

[ Gathering information on people, building mental dossiers, it's more or less second nature for Snake at this point. He doesn't have the time or the patience to talk to everyone face-to-face, which is why he also keeps a close eye on the MID announcements. But since he has Tony right here, may as well play twenty questions. ]

So, intelligence operative. Super spy? Don't worry, I won't judge. I hang out with a few of those.

[ "A few" meaning three, tops, but they're all sufficiently scary, and he mostly gets along with all of them, so this will probably work out just fine. ]

But if you must know, I'm a good old fashioned engineer.

[ Which is a gross, if artful, simplification of the truth. He might've been more forthcoming if he weren't convinced this guy is some alternate-universe SHIELD operative, which annoys him on hypothetical principle. ]

[ Stark comes to that conclusion in no time at all, but it makes sense if he has experience working with operatives like Snake. They tend to be cut from the same cloth in order to have the necessary skill set.

An engineer, huh? Well, Snake happens to be friends with one of those, and every time it comes up he finds himself wishing Otacon was here more and more. Not that he wants his best friend to be stranded out in space, exactly, but they've always worked better as a team.

If this guy works with stealth operatives, that must mean he's underselling himself. Snake narrows his eyes. ]

And what, exactly, do you engineer?

[ He didn't actually answer Tony's question, but his lack of a response should tell him everything he needs to know. ]

Avoiding the question with a counter-question. Check.

[ So, yes, thanks for the unspoken confirmation. It makes sense; this guy's demeanor just seems to fit. He should hang out with Nat and do weird spy shit sometime. Tony is vividly picturing this. ]

Don't worry, I'm not a super spy, so I'm allowed to answer. It's something like "everything and anything, except for the things I don't."

[ What a great non-answer. He's proud of it. ]

[ While Snake doesn't smile, there's a hint of amusement that flashes in his eyes, even if it's only for a moment.

That's all undone when Stark continues to be difficult about giving a straight answer, but Snake realizes he can't exactly call him on it without being a giant hypocrite. ]

So long as giant walking nuclear weapons falls into the "things you don't" category, I think we'll get along fine.

Taken a good look at the Moira yet, or have you mainly been planetside?

[ Snake couldn't blame someone for wanting to get their feet on the ground of an alien planet, but he also suspected that any engineer worth his salt would want to get their hands into the guts of the spaceship meant to take them home. ]

[ Something flinty crosses his expression, just for a moment, there-and-gone. Snake's probably observant enough to notice it, but any of the schmoes at the bar probably wouldn't have. ]

Then yeah, we're just fine.

[ There's no bullshit dripping off of that answer, remarkably enough. But he's switching gears just as quickly as Snake does, back to the standard airiness of earlier. ]

Why hang out on the ship I'll no doubt be trapped on for months, when there's an unlimited credit card in my hand and a strip down here that would put Vegas to shame?

[ Normally a mention of nuclear weapons would lead to some sort of follow-up question, but Stark doesn't pursue it. There had been something there, a reaction he'd put work into suppressing, but Snake leaves it alone. ]

Vegas, huh.

[ Snake bows his head and shakes it. It's one of those places he's never actually been, because why would he? No, he'd been too busy drinking himself to death in Alaska. Speaking of which: time to polish off his drink. ]

Guess that answers one question. Looks like we're from the same place -- or maybe different versions of it.

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