That was probably for the best, because one crack about how Ema was a cut above the rest or whatever and Heiji probably would have hurried the unconsciousness process along a little with a HEADBUTT TO THE FACE.

Once they got to the lounge, Heiji brushed off the couch, which may or may not have had pages of ripped magazine and/or a few dried, scattered remains of Charley's corpse left on the cushions. "Okay," he said, making sure Snake was in the right vicinity, "Just lie down here. I'll stick around and make sure nothing happens."