A Spartan's intuition, even if outside of combat, was still sharp at social moments. He wonders what did Naru mean by that, whenever if she was part of the people affected by the attempted takeover of one of the versions of Big Boss, or was told about it through others. While it was possible that civilians could get involved and spend time with fighters, it wasn't common for them to learn of people like these.

He turned to Marie as soon as she poked his arm, for a moment coming to see the similarities. And with the days spent in Infinity, wondering about the reason she was what she was. A teen, instead of an older woman.

The rebirth of Reach? A recolonization after the war in a brighter future?

John nodded her goodbye. As Hal asked, he held his shoulder.

"... Reason there's protection spells."

Either against transformation, or against magical artifacts inciting it, he didn't specify. In any case, John leads Hal to the dressing room without words, already accustomed to military nature. He didn't know if Hal would find it awkward -- Spartans, and military personnel in general, were used to change clothes among company.

"Grab two of them."