"Oh. My. God," sounds a voice over the din of conversation in the room. Those three words of so full; full of excitement and wonder and giving the sense of a dream coming true, of something everyone said is fake being proven real. Whoever else may be around, Snake only notices Tiras and hurries to make his way toward him. It has nothing (well, very little) to do with Tiras' natural appeal and everything to do with this guy being a huge fan of the conspiracy blog about the incubus.

He doesn't even try to hide the childlike excitement. It's like a sports fan randomly running into their idol on the street, it caught him so off-guard.

"You're actually real!"