[Ocelot feels terribly impotent now. It's very rare that he's without a working gun. At least Snake's shaking snaps him out of his pouting.]
[He puts the useless gun in its holster. There's other things to fret over, like how the racers left dirty tire tracks all over him. He tries to scrub at the marks on his face with his hands.]
...Only a little bit. [He has two more revolvers at his dorm, and a unit of armed soldiers at his call. Whom will be ordered to shoot all motocross racers on sight next time he meets them. He turns to look Snake over, noting that he's packing his own heat this time.]
It looks like you have the advantage for now, Snake.
[A pity. He wouldn't mind being on equal footing with him... if it meant they could fight hand-to-hand.]
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[He puts the useless gun in its holster. There's other things to fret over, like how the racers left dirty tire tracks all over him. He tries to scrub at the marks on his face with his hands.]
...Only a little bit. [He has two more revolvers at his dorm, and a unit of armed soldiers at his call.
Whom will be ordered to shoot all motocross racers on sight next time he meets them.He turns to look Snake over, noting that he's packing his own heat this time.]It looks like you have the advantage for now, Snake.
[A pity. He wouldn't mind being on equal footing with him... if it meant they could fight hand-to-hand.]