It was deflection at his finest. Having been here as long as he had, asking what the last thing Ikora was aware of back home might have been among the questions to ask. There were little things that nagged at him enough that he did otherwise. Besides, he thought- did it really matter? Of course that question twisted an entirely different knife in his gut that he didn't want to think about that one either.

"Always does." He winked, easily keeping darker thoughts from his face, but then the mask he wore was an old, familiar one as it was, that devil-may-care attitude as much a true part of reboot Six as the one that existed in deeper thoughts and scrawled memories. "You're lucky your Ghost came along. Sundance came later, appeared randomly on the Agrii ship, you know? All I arrived with when I first popped up on an alien planet was everything I wear and my Ace of Spades." Not that he complained about having his precious hand cannon.