She simply shrugs a bit as she looks over her little treasure. Sometimes she just ... says what she's doing. If he hadn't figured out yet that she was an odd one, this was probably the first sign.

"I didn't mean to say it was exactly the same, no. ... " She traces the curling edge of the shell, smiling before tucking it into one of her pouches that used to hold ammunition or grenades.

"So what do you usually do once you're here?"