Aya had not been asking Kadaj to explain to him how did they do it. He'd expect anyone knowing either being gathered away from the institution, eliminated or having already succeeded in getting out of this place. The glare, however, made him reconsider mentioning about the misunderstanding. Eyes narrowing, he answered the glare first with the begins of another one, temper flaring dangerously at the unnecessary display of ego.

Luckily for the both of them, he was not twenty and hotheaded anymore. Biting his teeth together, he forced himself to look away and grab his drink from the table to sip on. It was not the first time he'd been misunderstood after arriving here and wouldn't be the last.

You couldn't be too careful though, and that in mind, he pushed his chair a hint away from the table, leaning back casually as he returned his gaze back at Kadaj, cool and indifferent. No reason to get pissed off.

"Hn." He nodded and moved on. "So where do you come from?" The name Kadaj didn't ring a bell right away, perhaps Europe or Northern Asia. But then, if what Otacon had said was true, Kadaj could come from a totally different world all together.