Snake didn't need either of his eyes to know that she was looking at him. He could sense when someone was eyeing him up from a mile away. There was a certain feeling that went along with a scrutinizing gaze. Something stronger than the casual don't mind me I'm just checking out your gear sort of approach. She was looking at him like a soldier assessing a potential threat on the battlefield. But Snake wasn't worried. Not because she was a women. Hell, he'd had more than his fair share of women push him around. (There was a lot of bite and fight in his neck of the universe -- on the part of both sexes.) No, Snake wasn't worried because Snake was a man who had nothing to lose.
The best thing he could have ever hoped for was death. Unfortunately, there wasn't anyone where he came from that had the guts to really do him in. Really do him in.
And he was too proud to do it himself.
"Yes, it's loaded."
Two more bites and he finished off the low mein. He looked over at her buns. Yeah, he really wanted those, too.