Sometimes Rude was just a big oaf, and Reno could only wince, giving his partner a disgruntled 'why do you have to be so nice about it?' look. No reputation was ever kept when you were nice, and then people would start thinking you were an easy target to step on.

"Yeah. Something in the sort like that." All the while giving Rude a strained look.

After watching the droplet plop itself to the floor, the red-head's face seemed to contort yet again, as if in silent regret for pissing that one woman off and getting their journals wet in the first place. That chick had been wicked, yo, a hell of a fist.

However, the old fart's comment cut through the almost-painful reminiscing, and elicited yet another snort from Reno, eyes tracking back onto the man.

"None of your business. You going to hand it over now, or shall I take it by force yo?"