No sooner had he tossed what he hoped would be their 'lifeboat,' had Snake managed to take his own hiding place, lifting his left arm to shield his sight. The downside was that it separated him and Falcon and in the event that something went wrong...

Well. Two heads were always better than one.

But Snake heard him and he squinted as he tried to peer through the leftover fog caused by the damages. Not particularly proud of what could be constituted as vandalism - probably by that Crazy Hand character - he found he wasn't exactly regretting it either. His hide was more important building masonry, honestly.

"Yeah," he answered back as he moved across the ground, slow and cautious. "You good?"