[Looks even more run-down in here, the refuse blown across the wide paths by the wind indiscriminately as they walk by. Not that Rufus really expected all that much.

He’s digging around in the bag slung around his shoulder as he replies, casually and purposefully uncaring. Eventually, he finds what he’s looking for — boxes of ammo — and in the next few seconds he’s unholstered his shotgun and begins the easy process of loading it. Rufus’ fingers move deftly, bolstered by practice.]

Fought something like it once in one of Shinra’s training sims. The one in the upper company break room— Well. You wouldn’t know.

Why? Worried? I’m touched.