Personal space didn't exist between himself and allies, nor between himself and an enemy he was beating. Personal space was tenuous with someone he had just met which fit into neither category. Snake was paranoid at times, almost always extremely cautious. He was also very confident in his own combat abilities even if he was an arm down. After a good, long ten seconds of simply staring and saying nothing, he finally moved forward closer to the outstretched hand.

Snake lifted what remained of his arm, which was enough to lift the metal prosthetic. The unnatural lilt of the arm made it obvious that it was dead weight however. "The myoelectric receptors aren't registering my muscle impulses. I think." Snake was no engineer. He understood the basics of how the arm operated but that was about it. He needed someone with the skills and tools to fix it.

If that wasn't possible, then he would ditch it. It was too heavy and cumbersome to be of any real use. He would just have to get used to having one arm. The prospect of that was not ideal but he would survive and adapt just like he always did. Snake looked from his arm up to the blond, and really noticed the ears for the first time. He wanted to ask what he was, but kept the question to himself for now.