Well, Reno's dashing entrance had almost carefully rearranged his partner's face. The back swing of the door as it bounced off the wall nearly sent it colliding with Rude's nose, the Turk just barely managing to get a hand between it and what would have been a bloody mess. "Naa, watch it, aibou!" Muttering and mumbling as he straightened his shades and his tie, Rude quickly gathered his composure, standing like the utterly cool Turk he was supposed to be.

The look would have been perfect had Rude's bronzed skin not still been that sickening pale shade, the sight of the bodies outside still vividly burned in his mind's eye.