[ Snake will find Tony halfway inside the innards of a machine that towers at least a dozen feet high, motor oil and soot streaked across his face, tool belt stuffed to the point that it barely manages to hold off gravity's onslaught. He looks up sharply when Snake arrives, almost like he's surprised to see him there. Chances that he entirely forgot about this arrangement are good.

But, as with anything, he rolls with it immediately. ]

I'm adjusting the weight distribution within the east engine's A3 turbine, so that we don't all die in a fiery explosion. [ This is said in the same tone someone might use to say "I'm making pancakes" or "I'm watering the daffodils". He steps out of the open panel, shoving his work goggles up onto his forehead. ] I'm guessing those are the goods?