[ It's almost funny— hilarious, even— that every time he seems to wake up to some confusing situation, someone will find him and tell him about Kazuhira Miller. The first hurdle, the first subject to address in any given catastrophe. He half-expects Ocelot to ride up to him in a horse and tell him that Miller's been captured by an enemy space colony.

Snake might not expect the reaction that Venom has to this sensible, practical question. In lieu of confusion, or even some strange gesture of relief, Venom almost, almost breathes an exhale. A ghost of a laugh. ]

He's here, huh. [ Following in the age-old tradition of repeating what's already been said, Venom sits back in his chair, idly begins reassembling his rifle. ] —No. But he'll have things to tell me.

[ Read: 'so you don't have to'. He is alarmingly calm about this, if only because his resignation is his constant.

After a beat, he appends: ] Before he can tell me about you, you're free to make your own impression.