Hello fellow person who dresses all in black regardless of the season. Not that Snake would've noticed at first, but for the scarf that floated by. It isn't his, but a quick glance around reveals who it belongs to. Since he's close, Snake makes chase, finally catching the errant garment before it had a chance to drift into traffic or mud. It did brush against the ground, so he's dusting the end off as he walks back over to Neon.

"This is yours, right?"