[A young Snake wouldn't know him. Maybe wouldn't even know Ocelot. He can't even say, if he would recognize the name or not. He chooses not to bring it up (which is better judgement than he realizes).]

I'm going to go pay for some weapons.

[He can't really say, "I'm going to get you out." Not when he's surrounded by people. No. But he can know the fighter and invest in them. That's a start. At least with a job to do, he's put aside the issues that he'd been dwelling on. No need for them now, no need for this young Boss dead. Still a lot of people for him to save.]

[He finally sees who he needs to talk to, motions them over. Again, his mind turns to the electrical systems that every planet here depends on. A strong blocky taser, a knife, and some thick gloves that are meant for punching. Except the coating on these particular gloves is a sort of silicon, textured for grip so the contestant could hold that knife.]

[In this case, it would also help someone hold onto an electrified knife.]

[He quickly places the order, glad that whatever money has been piled onto them seems to apply here, too. He leans on the railing once the transaction his done.] They're going to take you into the combat zone in three minutes. Your loadout arrives in one.

[Either two minutes to escape, or two minutes to plan before being carted into a more public area.]