Snake almost feels like nodding along with each point that the kid makes, although he doesn't quite go that far, instead standing there in a stony kind of silence as those words sink in. He's pretty sure the kid isn't just being smart with him; he's talking from some level of experience.

It seems like wherever he turns here, there's another teenager who's been through hell. The Ingress sure knows how to pick them.

"All three, although the captains have cracked down on the mass murder, so you can breath a sigh of relief over that, at least." His sarcasm is subtle, but it's there. Snake works his jaw before asking, "What's your name, kid?"