[Reno's expression remains oddly serious -- sober, even, and how often does that happen? -- as he continues to study Rude, chin resting on the gloved knuckles of one hand. Anyone who doesn't know better might think Reno's actually taking the time and effort to consider something, to weigh his options and carefully analyze the situation... But that would be just fuckin' disturbing as shit, now wouldn't it?]

...you really think he'll reassign you? [It's hardly a question, more of a passing thought Reno hadn't fully intended to say aloud. Or hadn't realized he'd said aloud. Doesn't matter anyway, since they both know Tseng would absolutely reassign Rude without a second thought if that were the most convenient fix to an awkward situation. Especially if the L'il Prez is involved now.

This time, it's Reno himself who signals the bartender, though he orders a pint of beer instead of another round of shots as he swivels back on his stool to face the countertop.]

So we pick up some missions. [No question whatsoever that Reno's going wherever Rude is going. That's a given at all times.] The SOLDIER greens do it all the time, right? Part of their Basic? And part of the side shit we're technically s'posed to be doin' in our down time anyway? Seems to me we're overdue to clear out some grunt work... Some grunt work just happens to be real, real far from Midgar.