Why did everyone in this damn city want to invade his personal space? First the flighty redheaded Brit with the whacked out brain cells, now a-- Snake looked over at the woman and, were he any other man from his world he might have done a double take. But Snake had seen some pretty tough looking broads in his time. And this woman beside him was no exception. She looked like the sort that chewed on nails for breakfast and then spat them out with exceptional aim. Snake might have even taken a fancy to her (provided her aim was dead-on as a crackshot and she talked half as much as that other crazy female he'd run into.)
But Snake wasn't the sentimental sort. And he only had one eye. He could never be counted on to see things that clearly.
He dug out another chopstick-ful bite of pork low mein, swallowing it without chewing. He didn't have time to chew. He might wake up before he actually began to digest, only to find out this was some sort of dream. Or worse. A taunting virtual reality created by the government. He ate an eggroll. Then he looked back to the woman beside him. She was still there.
It was probably the longest time he'd ever spent with a woman without either a) her yacking his head off, b) him stealing a touch or two, c) someone getting shot.
Better not spoil the moment with words. He took another bite of low mein.