He followed after Falcon, unsure of where he was heading and figuring the where didn't matter as long as they could get away from ridiculous Valentine's Days shenanigans. "Considering this has happened before - since you already know about it - you'd think someone would do something to prevent it from reoccurring."

One would think so, anyway. Snake was quickly beginning to relearn that people were either masochistic or sadistic and seemed to take some demented pleasure out of being a third party to the less than favourable predicament.

He heard one and reacted entirely on instinct, the motion surprisingly fluid, as if he'd not been out of practise with a gun in the least. And in a way, he hadn't been. He still did target practise in his free time and once a soldier had been trained, said training didn't just get up and disappear. Even when the soldier wanted it to in favour of living a 'normal' life.

"Anyone develop a cure for it yet?" he asked as he moved quickly along, not keen in staying in one place for too long.