The showers had done well for his nerves, and the promise of food was a relief. After wolfing down several burritos right there at the table, he loaded his tray and moved over to where Otacon was talking with the General from the showers.

"Otacon," he greeted with a subtle smile, sitting down beside him. He raised his head. "You're Roy." And then he turned to face the man he didn't recognise. Again, that sense of recognition. Some kind of movie?

"And you're..." he started, extending a hand. Of course, Snake could have told him that he had the designed immaculateness of a politician; the controlled emotion of one who had something to hide; the beauty of a fiction character (who was he?); but he'd already pulled out that trick on Roy, and doing it again in front of him would probably arouse suspicion.