It was maybe a little subtle, but Liquid seemed to be fighting himself every step of the way. Or probably not all that subtle. Not that Liquid noticed.

"The better way. It's better. I'll show you."

He was helping. That's what he'd come here to do, right? Him, Liquid Snake, being helpful. Imagine. He headed out, motioning for Miller to follow, and the second he left the room, he took a step in the exact opposite direction of the exit.