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[The video opens to a view of hand poking unceremoniously and sporadically at the screen.]

Oh what the hell--this thing on?

[A little shake of the wrist before the user apparently realizes that yes, it is indeed on, and it abruptly stops to reveal one perplexed Victor Sullivan.]

Jesus Christ. [He sighs both out of frustration and a little relief, bringing his arm up a little closer to his face.] All right, look. I've been around a long time, seen a helluva lot of crazy things, but if you had told me I'd be alive long enough to see space, I would have told you you were losing your goddamn mind.

[He pauses, taking the time to reach into his breast pocket and pull out a cigar from a small cigar case. He puts it in between his teeth as he puts the case away again, his free hand rummaging through his pockets in search of something else.]

Don't get me wrong, this is all real flattering, but it doesn't take a goddamn genius to know that something hinky's going on around here. I mean what the hell kind of place is this that they take your shoes after kidnapping you? So, if anyone's got some real information, I think I'm well overdue for a good explanation. Name's Victor Sullivan by the way.

[He fumbles through his pockets a little more frantically before exasperatedly taking his cigar out of his mouth.]

Ah, shit--anyone on this ship got a cigar cutter around here? Or a goddamn knife?

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So I've noticed.

[Literally, in his case. But one does not arrive in space unexpectedly and think that it's going to be a goddamn vacation trip. He's been through enough dangerous situations to at least know not to take any of this lightly.

He sighs, looking around.]

Standing in the middle of some goddamn hallway. Moro deck, I think? I was on my way to my room.

[ Right, Sullivan here had mentioned not having any shoes, which is something that Snake himself hadn't had to endure when he first arrived. He figures that guy already had someone offer help on that point, though.

Sullivan's casual cursing earns a twitch of Snake's mouth, but he nods. ]

Stay there and I'll find you. Shouldn't take long.

[ He's on Mero Deck, but all of the rooming quarters are close to each other. And as promised, Snake appears (without much warning at all; he moves like a ghost), looking Victor over before he shrugs and offers his hand. ]

I'm Snake. [ May as well hand that over before he hands his knife over. ]

[You'd be surprised how hard it is to find a proper pair of shoes on this ship apparently. As Snake approaches, he'll find Sully leaning against a wall in the hallway, duffle bag full of belongings at his still shoeless feet. He's not really paying attention to his surroundings--too lost in his thoughts--so when Snake gets close enough, it catches him by surprise and he starts just a little.

But at the offer of his hand, Sully smiles and shakes it without much hesitation.]

Victor Sullivan. Pleasure to meet you in person. [And to see a goddamn knife for his cigar.] I appreciate the help. This place is like a goddamn maze, I'm still trying to figure it out here.

You'll get used to it pretty quick. For a while you might not have much to do except explore.

[ There are long stretches of time when they're simply traveling through the vast emptiness of space, and while they've got jobs to do, that still only takes up so much time. Snake's someone who likes to keep busy, so he's explored the various nooks and crannies of this ship so many times that he lost count long ago.

Handshake over, Snake pulls his knife out of the sheath at his waist and hands it over handle-first. ]

So let me guess. Space travel isn't really a thing where you're from? [ Judging from Sullivan's comments on his initial MID post, it's a fair assumption. ]

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