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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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