[ In that brief moment that Tseng considers, contemplates, and deflects, Reno observes the minutiae of his reaction carefully. He has close to no doubt that this sword came from him; it couldn't have been Rude, because he'd never keep a secret from him like that (he's not great at surprises, at least not big, fun ones, he always gives it away by telling him first), and he by no means buys Roche's story about lifting such contraband from some operation out at the railyard and deciding, all willy-nilly, to gift it to him, no matter what they may think or feel about each other. There's no way. This sword came from Tseng, it had to have. But he has no proof, and he's curious, too—but Tseng is good about not giving too much away. No recognition, no questions.

Maybe he'll come right out and ask later. We'll see. Instead, he gives the sword in his hand a lash to flick the blood from it and removes the sheath from his back to affix it to his hip the way these soldiers wear theirs, and stows the blade away. His hair he gathers up and conceals inside his helmet, pulling the visor down past his eyes. ]

Ugh... stuffy...

[ Yep, hate that. But he's sure it probably looks pretty cool when he's nothing but a big, toothy grin, cocking his head at Tseng with a hand on his hip. ]

Pretty fuckin' ironic that you're in the boss's uniform again, then, huh? After you, Lieutenant. Primary objective is to find whoever drives this thing and capture them. Barring that, we find our C.O. and squeeze him 'til he sings. Secondly, we map the layout, find out who the hell these people are and where they came from. Tertiary objectives—

[ He pulls on the gloves, switches shoes. The extra layer of bulk actually makes him look like he's got some muscle under that uniform. And yeah, he is really pleased with himself to be using a big, professional word like tertiary. ]

—Are to case the place and make off with anything that looks fun and shiny.