[ Tseng takes one glance at the discerning look on Rufus's face and cracks a small smile. It's like he can clearly hear what he's thinking, like a private, unspoken joke that only they're privy to. He doesn't really need to hear it out loud. ]
They'll do for now.
[ One of the soldiers offers him the discarded uniform. Tseng kicks him back down to the floor and offers it to Rufus in kind. ]
I'll help. They're a little tricky, sir.
[ The other solider lifts a hand. Tseng kicks it back down, crushes his palm into the linoleum floor with a muffled crunch, and strolls up behind Rufus to assist him. ]
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They'll do for now.
[ One of the soldiers offers him the discarded uniform. Tseng kicks him back down to the floor and offers it to Rufus in kind. ]
I'll help. They're a little tricky, sir.
[ The other solider lifts a hand. Tseng kicks it back down, crushes his palm into the linoleum floor with a muffled crunch, and strolls up behind Rufus to assist him. ]