[Spook-adjacent is as good way to put it as any. He's been doing this long enough that not enough sound pings at his attention just as strangely as too much. Most people land in a particular middle ground unless they're specifically trying to be quiet, or they've had to move that way for long enough that it's been drilled into a habit. You get a feel for it. This guy, he's leaning toward the latter. But he could be wrong.

Good a reason as any to feel him out. He spins the phone in his hands again. Answers with the same restrained irony that had posed the initial question.]

Well, I do like to appreciate the classics.

[Who doesn't know Snake. They've got 'em on phones, now, old man. Even in the retro spooky space future. There's no immediate change in his posture when Eliot joins him on the ledge, but his attention shifts. Gone from watching the passing traffic to eyeing him sharply.

After a moment's consideration...He shrugs.]

Could be I just like the ambiance.

[Dark and rainy and nestled several stories up in the crappier parts of town. Which, honestly...isn't too far off for nostalgia. Hard to beat Gotham for gloominess, but it's got a few of the airs.]

I'm thinking of taking up birdwatching. What d'you think?

[Another word for spook, in certain necks of certain woods. He'd picked that one up from Alfred, but mostly he thinks he's being funny. (No brightly colored birds or swooping Bats in these skies, he's sure.)]