[ That loading bar gives him a moment's edge of anxiousness before he remembers that there's not a snowball's chance in Ifrit's blazing hellfire that they're going to have to worry about anyone coming in here and actually being so prepared for them that they can't get the jump on them first. Reno has a few more hehe-hehehs of dying laughter before he settles down, and the moment when his eyes meet Tseng's is just as startlingly electric as the very first time they ever did.

Well, the very first time they ever did when Tseng wasn't staring at him with disbelief and then disdain and then out-and-out ignoring him. He means the first time they ever locked eyes and understood one another. That feeling has only gotten more and more impossible to handle since the troubles began in Midgar, but he finds himself pleasantly sane, for the moment. Only time he'll need to worry is if anyone manages to get through that door thinking they'll lay so much as a finger on a single hair on Tseng's head. ]

Hah! I dunno if you can afford me anymore, outsider. The same old prices just won't cut it when knowledge has become all-powerful.

[ He knows why he's here and not Sidewinder or King Cobra or Cottonmouth, really. There's a comfy spot right next to that gun in Tseng's lap, and Reno takes it, perched lightly on his knee. ]

I'm pretty sure you came ready to cut a good deal, though.