[ And there it is. Reno grins to himself just a little, smug and satisfied, like he couldn't be prouder of his own startling intellect, which would be correct. All this runaround and timey-wimey shenanigans babble for nothing. ]

So you are a deserter. A future deserter. See? I know what the fuck I'm about.

[ Some people have that look, y'know. (Some people shouldn't exist but still do somehow, y'know.) He reaches for the goddamn "phone" as it comes his way again, this time marginally more confident and comfortable with touching the screen, but stops to glance up again one more time before he really takes a look at what's on it. ]

Which isn't an accusation, by the way. I mean, not really. Couldn't fucking blame you for getting out while the getting's, uh, objectively as bad as it can possibly get. Like you said, anyone still alive and not out of their goddamn minds took off or bunkered down.

[ He and Rude, specifically, fall into the category of people who were out of their fucking minds, something he doesn't bother to explain. But then again, he can't speak for his partner exactly, but he doesn't really think of himself as the company. He's not loyal to Shinra Inc and couldn't really give that much of a damn that it fell. But Rufus Shinra, that's a different story.

His eyes drop back down to the phone, and... okay, first of all, this picture is crystal fucking clear. God damn, the camera on this thing is nice.

Secondly—Reno lets out a low whistle. ]

Damn. She's a beaut! And she's also against regulations, which is even better. Whose dick did you have to suck to get that approved? Or how many, maybe that's the better question.