At the close inspection Zack will avert his gaze. If it weren't so bright in the shop, his eyes might glow from the mako, and he would rather not be recognized by a homeless stranger as a SOLDIER. Mako-bright eyes were a signature of the program, but at least it wasn't so obvious under the shitty light. Too bad contacts wouldn't do a thing to stop the glow.

"It wasn't really home any more anyways, and my parents managed alright. That's all I could ask for." He smiles again, bouncing his knee in a sort of nervous habit he had picked up, wondering when he would shut his mouth, having talked too much already, "I mean, we all lived in huts, it's not like they'll take years to rebuild."