[ Despite the fact that he's balanced on Snake's shoulders, Miller holds up that air of professionalism, speaking like he's still got all the control in this situation. This isn't his first rodeo, that much is obvious, and Snake finds a strange kind of nostalgia hitting him even as he runs like hell.

Despite the fact that it's dark and he's only vaguely familiar with his surroundings, Snake had made sure to get his bearings even before his capture, having studied a map of the city prior to the Moira docking. So he has an idea of what direction to head.

So he runs, keeping his hold on Miller firm the whole time, and doesn't slow down until he's certain that they're no longer being followed. Once he gets to that point, he circles around to the back of a closed shopfront, confirming that no one else is within earshot before he sets Miller down against the wall. ]

I need to bring up a map on my MID, figure out the safest path back to the ship. [ He's all business too, but he can't help but steal some glances down at Miller's face now that he has the chance.

It's really him. Master Miller, before he'd actually earned that title. Snake turns his attention back to the device mounted to his wrist, swiping through menus to pull up the map. ] ... You think I'm Big Boss, don't you? [ He shouldn't go there, not yet, but it's not like he can just ignore it either. ]