Could be a trap, he immediately thought. Snake narrowed his eye slightly and stared intently at the boy. His jaw flexed slightly as he weighed the possibilities of it being a trap, against the good that having allies here would be. It was too good to pass up and he knew that immediately, but he still couldn't help being hesitant. He really did rely on a lot of great people, but so often it did come down to him alone. Whether the crew needed him to make a tough decision, or he had to save his own neck out in the middle of a battle zone where nobody could get to him.

Snake shifted his weight and looked momentarily down at his dusty combat boots, then to the seemingly simple that the blond wore. Where the hell are you from? His lips shifted to the side as he looked up Legolas's body and focused in on the quiver. It made sense, rudimentary yet highly effective weaponry in enemy territory where anything advanced would not work. He wondered if the advanced scope on his sniper rifle would even work. He was good at sneaking around, not blending in. They were very different skill sets. Snake was far, far from normal.

"Alright," he finally said after an unnecessarily long time considering his options and situation. That was all he said. He locked the holster his pistol was in and adjusted the rifle on his back, then stared at the man expectantly.