You gingerly plucked the strings of the acoustic guitar while you hummed to the tune. Playing along with a borrowed tape of Bowie's "Man Who Sold the World". You did your best to keep tempo, occasionally tapping your foot as a metronone. Snake stood in your doorway and hummed quietly along with you, a slightly twitching smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he found himself earnestly enjoying your playing. He eventually stated after admiring the musical instrument: "You play well."