[He doesn't immediately get that Liquid is sick. The man's uncharacteristic distress confuses him for a moment, then he gets it when he's told to stay back.]

[As if Ocelot had ever listened to any snake tell him to stay back before.]

What's wrong? Did you catch something? Not from a room I hope.

[He gives a wry smile and kneels next to him, moving his fingers to the hair above Liquid's forehead.]