[ Rufus can't see it (Tseng makes sure), but that little affirmation puts a grin on his face. Of all the scenarios he thought they'd find themselves in along the way... this one isn't so farfetched, actually. It's just kind of intriguing to hear.

They're not stopped at the gate, either. It's not until they get to the Galbadian armored truck that someone passes by and glances up at Tseng curiously. Without waiting to be asked, Tseng says: ]

Drunk.

[ "He even old enough to drink?" the soldier asks him. Tseng shrugs, he shrugs, and the soldier keeps walking. ]

As you can see, sir...

[ he says, opening up the door, first for Rufus, and then to stuff Seifer into the back. ]

... operations are very lax under this regime. They are guided not by a centralized power, but by their fear of that power.