He'd really wet his pants. That's what happened if you lost control of your body and nerves -- and of your fear. Big Boss was tempted to say something to that; it was a free pass for more spiteful commentary, but Snake interrupted his train of thought before he could finish it. Again; and this time, he didn't see it coming.

Snake's hard elbow connected with his nose, and he managed to twist around and change the angle of impact just enough to prevent the bone breaking. Pain flared up in his face, and he backed away for a bit, fingers reaching for nostrils and lips smeared with blood.

"You--" He grated, breathing heavily and shooting Snake a sinister glare that could have been taken as a death sentence.

And then he laughed, quiet at first, into his hand. It hurt like hell, his head felt light, and the pain was throbbing and numbing out with the rhythm of his quickened heartbeat.

"Ah..." He said nothing else, even though he could think of a few things -- ranging from that felt nice over do that again to I don't like your face either. Big Boss shifted away again, eye trained on Snake, his right hand searching for the can that had been dropped before.

There. He could barely read in that light, but he wasn't surprised at all that it was exactly what he had thought it was. How convenient. Not so much for Snake.

"Look what we have here. Planning to go on a date, Snake?"