Snake went in first, tugging at various parts of his suit, as if it might possibly relieve him of some of that heat. "Can't think of whatever else it'd be," he muttered as he busied himself with... himself.

He glanced around Falcon's office, trying to remember if he'd ever been there before. Once more, he knew distinctly that he knew who Falcon was. That Falcon knew who he was. He just didn't know how well and it still wasn't the time to dig into that. And there was no way Snake was going to ask for his help.

"Not those... uh. Things we were dealing with," Snake continued, suspicious and rightfully so. "Maybe someone released something through the vents." Poison, or something like it. That wasn't impossible. In hindsight, it'd be a good way to take out everyone at the same time.