"I see," Tseng says, regarding the Scarlet comment. Before this, he likely would have rolled his eyes, made some unflattering remarks about her that Rufus could titter over. Not so much right now.

It isn't like he's strictly adhering to protocol. He ought to retreat to his space behind the desk now that Rufus is seated. He does not, lingering beside him instead, at his place to Rufus's right.

"Here." He taps the phone, swipes, shows Rufus the various menus to navigate through in order to retrieve the information he's requested. A passcode is required somewhere along the way, which he doesn't bother to impart. Rufus will know it the second he presses the first key. The screen is flooded with images and data then, depicting Sephiroth and the wealth of knowledge they've collected so far on his various iterations.

"We were hoping to research the disparities between Sephiroth in his fully realized form and the one that comes before." He is not sure that Rufus realizes what sort of stake he has in this study. There are differences between all of their timelines, it seems. Not that it matters; once he has brought up the data, he takes his hand away and focuses his gaze on Rufus instead. "I did not ask you here to discuss our projects, Mr. President."