[ Yep, that's about what he expected. Reno waits (upper lip slightly curled) while Roche laughs, going all in on his own drink and never once lowering the tankard from his mouth so that all there really is to see of his expression are his eyes, bright with that ever-mischievous glint and something else.

In the end, he sets his mug down with a grin of his own. Not like he's been caught telling a joke, but like Roche is a part of it, distinctly mocking. ]

What can I say? I'm a funny guy.

[ No doubt it's the truth, though. For him, just not for Roche. Listen, all he wants to know right now is why, out of everyone and everything to send backwards in time and drop in his lap, why'd it have to be a goddamn SOLDIER? Look at this blue-eyed freak. Which asshole Turk is responsible for this one? They always did know how to pick 'em. Tall, impeccable bone structure, probably completely fucking deranged.

Shaking his head, Reno taps his temple. ]

Must've hit my head. No way all the SOLDIERs would be gone in just a couple years, right? That'd never happen.