For the sake of getting in and out of here without incident, Reno doesn't linger long to watch Rufus take it all in, but it is fascinating to watch his expression change. If his story of the future is true, there isn't much of a Midgar for Rufus to walk around in at all, let alone one with an undercity like this. Reno can't imagine what that's like, Midgar in ruins, the class barriers broken, HQ wiped off the map. If that's what they all have to look forward to, doesn't that mean they should be doing something to prevent it?

Nah. Live it up.

"Stick close," he says simply, and opts to do one better and hook their arms together. Rufus has a tendency to do whatever the fuck he wants, and he's really not feeling game for losing him down here in the slums, but he also doesn't want to patronize him by holding his hand like a child. It's for the best that they hang on, anyway. The crowd's particularly thick as they leave the station, and the direction they're headed is packed with people headed for Wall Market. "One of these days, maybe we'll go there," Reno says, nodding toward the lights in the distance. "Right now, it's a hard no. Corneo's guys still got a lot of sway in this area. Disguise or not, we don't want you spotted. Not that I wouldn't take care'a ya," Reno assures him. As if he needs to. As if there's even really a threat to worry about. Old habits die hard, though. "We're headed someplace a little less polished."