There was a slow nod to her statement. Something he understood fairly well, and something he could appreciate. The desire for revenge was a deep desire in man, and revenge could be fun. It was something Ghost could appreciate.
There was a bit of a back and forth regarding their lives before here. Old habits and all. There was one person he told since being here, and one person he knew back from those days- so he wasn't keen on hiding it. Though honestly, one didn't just openly advertise their affiliation with crime and violence. Terrorism was often frowned upon in many circles, especially if it was something attuned to mass murder of an entire military fleet.
Though this killer held her cards close, and Ghost liked that- despite how foolish it was. This moment was very obvious, not that he judged. One did not just start spilling secrets to just anyone at all.
A low smirk. "Alright then." Bringing his glass up to his lips, but before sipping his drink he stopped to answer her question. "Ballerina." He lied, and let his lie just scream that he was calling bullshit on her, but leaving it alone. Ghost brought his drink to his mouth to swallow it's contents with that coy charming smile of his.