That had been a curveball. The cosmonaut had just complimented him? Unfortunately, it wasn't something he agreed with. Wearing Soviet cloth and colors felt wrong. There was a good chance The Fury would never see him in it again. Snake wasn't too guilty over that fact; the pyromaniac had been nothing but an annoyance since he'd first opened his mouth.

And he'd been hoping that the Cobras were quiet, methodical people.

Glancing at The Boss, he shrugged. "First meal of the day. It's breakfast." He wasn't arguing so much as stating a fact. Either way, it was food that would quell his stomach's complaint. He waited for her to lead the way, ignoring the only Cobra still in the hall with them.