Guess who's in luck—because when that door swings open, the roommate waiting for Rude is none other than his redheaded partner. Who, currently, is a little less of a redhead, seeing as he still hasn't figured out how the hell to touch up his roots around these parts, but whatever.

And okay, maybe it's not a coincidence; he'd glimpsed Rude getting the good ol' tour earlier with that kid who rattles off the same script to everyone like he's reciting a presentation to a bunch of bigwigs. Reno doesn't wanna make it a thing that they're buddies—trust is in short order, and he's taking his time deciding whether he wants to throw his lot in with Thorne or not—so he decided to hop into the nearest empty room and lounge on the bed, waiting for Rude to pop on in.

Here he is. The man himself. (Without the shades, though, which is weird.) Really fucking missed him, y'know? But he's not gonna cry about it or anything. It's just, look, you try getting yanked to another Planet and wind up with Sephiroth of all people as your only back-from-home companion. It ain't great.

'Course, it begs the question of: why him and Rude? And Sephiroth? Talk about a strange mix.

"Hey there, partner." His feet are crossed at the ankles, arms tucked behind his head. "Took your ass long enough to get here."