Hal Emmerich

The distant sound of rattling dishes. Otacon comes out to meet you from another room, adjusting his glasses on his nose in surprise. He was clearly surprised that you showed up here. I hope you ate well before coming here. Hal smiles wryly and wearily massages the bridge of his nose. From the kitchen you can hear the quiet voice of Sunny, who, apparently, was cooking something. I just hope that she didn’t confuse salt with sugar like last time...