[ Tony sets his tools aside so that he can drag the bag over and scrutinize the guns inside. He takes a moment to lift one out and turn it over in his hands. From his expression and the way he touches the thing, it's clear he's familiar with the construction and has probably already identified almost every material it's made out of. ]
These'll do. [ He sniffs, the former weapons designer in him judging whoever's responsible for these. He's already thought of five improvements. ] Good for melting down, anyway.
[ He drops the gun back into the bag with its companions and moves it aside, eyes immediately going to Snake's now-visible arm. ]
I thought you'd never ask.
[ Tony has a flashlight in his right hand almost faster than mortal men can see him move, the left circling Snake's wrist so that he can beckon him to shift his arm this way or that while he examines the damage. Well - damage in a manner of speaking, anyway. ]
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These'll do. [ He sniffs, the former weapons designer in him judging whoever's responsible for these. He's already thought of five improvements. ] Good for melting down, anyway.
[ He drops the gun back into the bag with its companions and moves it aside, eyes immediately going to Snake's now-visible arm. ]
I thought you'd never ask.
[ Tony has a flashlight in his right hand almost faster than mortal men can see him move, the left circling Snake's wrist so that he can beckon him to shift his arm this way or that while he examines the damage. Well - damage in a manner of speaking, anyway. ]