"Otacon," Snake said, mostly to himself, trying to hide his gratefulness, and slipped easily into the seat. He slammed the door seconds before a zombie hand slammed against the glass. As it pulled away it left a blurry print. "We were coming to get you."

Snake frowned at Fox, trying to force his way into the driver's seat. Pulling a stunt like that in a situation like this?

"I want you to drive, Otacon," he said, rolling his eyes. "He's going to need his hands free to fight sooner or later; I don't know what he's thinking."