[All the way out here on a mysterious planet in space, the accent catches him off guard. Maybe because it's actually familiar while the rest looks like it should be out of some sleek futuristic thriller full of scantily dressed androids. But he turns to look at the man, shuffling to change position fairly well as he'd become accustomed to the crutch.]
[They said money is no object, but he'd been fairly frugal in a fit of paranoia. Better being cautious than sorry.] We have to use the MID over there. [He tipped his head in the specific direction, towards one of the computers.]
Come on. I'll help you. [Russian, he guessed. Like Ocelot, though Ocelot had no notable accent. He didn't know if the idea was pleasant or terrible, as the Cold War still left his world frigid. He wasn't on the best terms with the Ocelot in particular despite his neutrality, as he was in on Zero's nonsense trickery. He was tired of being used as a pawn in their military games. But a Russian... also like the soldiers taken from Afghanistan, welcomed into the ranks of the Diamond Dogs. His beret still bears the emblem, despite everything.]
[At least he was possibly in a state somehow relative to his own. Who could tell, really. For all he knew he could be some confused future Russian from space.]
[Miller has one arm, his left, the other shoulder and arm hidden by a loosely draped coat, and while his right leg is intact it's fairly obvious that under the pants there's a rudimentary prosthetic below his left knee. War has not been kind to this man. Espionage is a dirty business.]
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[They said money is no object, but he'd been fairly frugal in a fit of paranoia. Better being cautious than sorry.] We have to use the MID over there. [He tipped his head in the specific direction, towards one of the computers.]
Come on. I'll help you. [Russian, he guessed. Like Ocelot, though Ocelot had no notable accent. He didn't know if the idea was pleasant or terrible, as the Cold War still left his world frigid. He wasn't on the best terms with the Ocelot in particular despite his neutrality, as he was in on Zero's nonsense trickery. He was tired of being used as a pawn in their military games. But a Russian... also like the soldiers taken from Afghanistan, welcomed into the ranks of the Diamond Dogs. His beret still bears the emblem, despite everything.]
[At least he was possibly in a state somehow relative to his own. Who could tell, really. For all he knew he could be some confused future Russian from space.]
[Miller has one arm, his left, the other shoulder and arm hidden by a loosely draped coat, and while his right leg is intact it's fairly obvious that under the pants there's a rudimentary prosthetic below his left knee. War has not been kind to this man. Espionage is a dirty business.]